"Why are you so concerned?", I throw the question at him out of frustration
"Because I can't bear the thought of anything happening to you".
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In the midst of her meticulously controlled life and unwavering pursuit of Ivy League...
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Entering the field, the moonlight glimmers on the green grass which glints in the moonlight. The novices are all sprawled upon the grass. I have no hope that the time I will spend here will be good and I won't get bored cause the word stargazing " shouts boring. People find it romantic like how? You just stare at stars and to me, all seem the same.
Making my way through the lawn carefully, so that I don't stumble upon someone's neck and fall off or worst they got injured. It will be gross with all the blood yuck. Mom has packed a blanket and some cookies. I know I won't need them but she doesn't budge in so I let it be. It ain't that cold, the breeze blows chilly at night.
I crouch on the ground at the end. I don't want anyone to recognize me I have an image and according to that "Eric Ashford can never be seen around some stuff like stargazing ".
I know stupid.
The teachers are patrolling at the corners while the students are lying with blankets under the moonlight gazing at stars. Crazy. I look around to find someone sitting all alone. At least, I am not alone who got punished this dude did too. I make my way towards him. Crouching down near him, he startles at my sudden appearance but doesn't get up. He turns his gaze towards me. He probably thinks I am a ghost.
The same navy blue eyes pierce right through mine. Those same hazel brown locks fall out of her hood as the wind blows, the moonlight shining on her lips plumpy lips. God, it's not him it's her a Girl. The memories of that night flood right through my mind.
Avery
" you are so beautiful "
The same words I said to her, Indeed she is.
My brain projects the image of the girl, I saw on the graveyard she was Max's sister, all this because of my poor memory of remembering people now it clicks.
Avery yea her name is Avery. I mean she is the girl the very same girl because of whom I am here. " you have a bad habit of running away, don't you? ". I inquire gazing towards her. She studies my face for a while, there's not much light except for the moonlight. So I cant see her expressions.
