A Day in Mhorfell Academy (Compilation of One-Shots)

To Drown

Renneisme's POV

EVERY day, I'm always told to cherish every moment I spend in school. They say it's quite short and fleeting that you will be surprised one day that it's already finished. They say it's a one-time opportunity and that you must at least appreciate the fact that you are experiencing something that many would kill for. They say it's a precious memory that you'd be smiling on decades from now, and that's why you have to make sure to do whatever you please.

Iyon ang sabi nila.

"Figures," utal ko sa hangin at saka binuksan ang mga mata kong mahigit isang oras ko ring ipinahinga sa paghiga rito sa rooftop. Sa dami ng plastik at basurang naglalakad dito sa Mhorfell, maging ang pagdilat ay mas nakapapagod pa kaysa sa kahit anong asignatura.

I disappointingly sighed as the sky remains to be painted in shades of blue even when my sight adjusts to the fair warm rays of the sun. "You should've at least turned purplish-pink today," I told the sky as if it could comprehend mortal expression, as if it can actually hear, as if it has consciousness.

It would've been a little interesting to feel something different today. When Fiacre and I first came in, mocking those student leaders was fun, but now it's not even sufficient to make me smile. When those students were once oblivious of what we can do, it was enjoyable, but now it bores me to death when I only see the fear in their eyes.

"Ano kayang pwedeng gawin?" Ako na mismo ang napapatanong sa sarili ko. Iniangat ko ang kaliwang braso ko't inilahad sa malawak na kalangitang nasa harapan ko. Inilahad ko ito na animo'y kayang abutin ng mumunti kong kamay ang walang hangganang espasyo. O 'di naman kaya'y mahaplos ang malalambot na mga puting ulap na tila mga sasakyang pawang dumaraan sa bawat segundong lumilipas.

As I was about to clench it into a fist, as if I really am grasping the skies, a large but soft hand intertwined with it. "Pati ba naman langit gusto mo maging perpekto at naka-ayon sa gusto mo?" ani sa akin ng kung sino na siyang ikinabigla ko sapagkat wala naman akong napansin na presensya ng ibang tao bago nito nilantad ang tinig niya sa 'kin.

Akma ko na sanang ibabangon ang sarili ko upang magkaroon ng mas malinaw na tingin sa taong nakalampas sa pakikiramdam ko nang magsalita pa itong muli. "Oops. Careful," paalala niya ngunit bago ko pa man ito mapansin ay dumulas na ang kamay ko mula sa kaniya.

At sapagkat bahagyang nakadepende ang balanse ko sa pagkakahawak ko sa kaniya, sandaling mas nadagdagan ang pagkataranta ko sa posibleng masakit na pagbagsak sa sahig. Subalit hindi nangyari ang posibilidad na 'yon. Nang tingin ko'y halos nakasayad na ang laylayan ng hanggang balikat kong buhok, agad ding hinablot ng parehong kamay ang palapulsuhan ko.

"You would have hurt your pretty head, Miss Renneisme," he playfully mocked with a chuckle ending his sentence. At the same time, I grimaced over the short panic he gave me. But then I remembered, being seen as pissed off would only reward him rather than intimidate him.

Though it somehow occurred to me already on who he is, the quick transition of events caused me to even call his name that is as filthy as his record with women. Sighing for another time as he carefully allows me to slump back at the floor, his tall stature that blocked the sun regressed. Lowering his body with his now folded knees, I finally got to see his face clearly, and so is his mischievous grin.