Enigma

BFF pt.1

Honey, take care of yourself. You don't have to wait for me to come home, I'm already home with you. I may be running away from life right now, but sooner or later, I would be able to be with you again. I'll be waiting for you, at the right time... Good night and I love you so much, my sweet little Angel... Till we meet again....

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I opened my eyes as I felt my heart thumping faster and louder the more I stayed in bed. I sat up and felt tears raining down my eyes, I glanced at my pillow drenched in freshly dripped water- how long has it been since I started crying? I can't even remember what I have dreamed about to make me cry this much. I brushed my tears away, calming my heart down as it kept rapidly beating. This morning wasn't so different from yesterday morning; the feeling of indifference and emptiness is still with me. I fixed my bed and proceeded to the bathroom. It took me probably about 40 minutes to finish my morning routines; shower, get dressed, skincare, breakfast, then out I go. The streets weren't so different from yesterday either;
Housewives outside talking gleefully with each other, boasting about what their "beloved" husbands gave them. Husbands on their way to work- If having sex with strippers can be called a job, then they'd be a millionaire already. Children on their way to school- if not to study seriously for the betterment of their futures then probably to get high and smoke, or maybe bully some nerds or girls they think they could bang. Dogs that kept barking at stray cats passing by their houses, and yes, let's not forget about the students who haven't had the time to eat breakfast, who would then hang out at the convenience store not too far from their homes, hiding from the store clerk that they're reading porn mags from the store rack. Still like yesterday. Nothing but a displeasing morning in a displeasing neighborhood like this. 

Nearing the school entrance felt like 5minutes when over all, I have been walking for 20 minutes. That's how fast time goes by when you really want to avoid school but society forces you to go. I stopped for a minute right in front of the gates, looking up unto the building as I ignored the teachers and other early birds around me and proceeded inside, where a total of 9 hours of forced studying is implemented for students to have a better future than our parents- typical. The hallways are empty but filled with the glittering sun shines with every step I take creates echoes so tranquil as water droplets on the riverside. Everything felt so peaceful, that I took a turn towards the greenhouse of the school- my favorite spot. The smell of herbs and flowers filled the greenhouse, hinting that it was already gardened by the school gardener. The place was magical and surreal. One of the reasons why I still put up with this place. 

Not a moment later, I was already in front of the classroom door. The wind gently gusts inside the building, making my hair whirl in the air. I slowly scanned the room for people, hoping to see none so I could sleep the remaining time before class starts, but to my luck, there is one. I couldn't recognize her with her long, black, straight hair covering almost half of her. She was looking out the window towards the horizon where the view of the pier facing the sea could be seen. I followed the direction of her eyes out in the open and realized why she was so engulfed by the view. The scenery was amazing. The pier was alone but was surrounded by the vast, glittering sea, reflecting the sun shines that lay low beneath the waters. The sun shot a white and yellow hue amidst the baby blue sky- it blended so well with each other, that the clouds seemed like it was light blue cotton candy. It was ethereal...

I was so immersed in the view that I forgot I was standing too close to her. I shifted my gaze and to my surprise, she was staring at me. Her face flushed red across her cheeks as she fumbles her fingers. She wouldn't look me in the eyes, she just kept staring at her desk, unable to speak to me. I sat beside her and not a moment later, greeted her with the warmest greeting I could ever get out of my mouth. She froze. She stopped fumbling and turned to see my face. I thought she'd also greet me back but she just kept staring at me, with her huge, brown eyes. I shot her a smile, and again, she blushed and played with her long hair. I observed her while she was being eaten by shyness. 
She looks like an antique, porcelain doll. Her long black hair made her pale skin noticeable enough that you'd mistake her for a doll. A living, breathing doll, if she's mute, which I started suspecting right now. Her eyes were huge as marbles, but they felt perfect for her physique. She looks like the type of girl who's demure and meek- a good girl, a pure girl. She's out of place in such an off-putting City like this. I assume she likes the color yellow, I could tell from the pens and notebooks she had in her opened bag. Plus, her sweater's yellow. She really is out of place here. I couldn't even think of a reason why her parents moved to this city when it's already out in the news that this particular place in the whole of Ravaryn, is one dismaying city.