Tales From the Celestials

The boy with snow white hair,

Time seemed to stop in that moment, at least for me.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing right now-it just couldn't be possible. My eyes must be playing some cruel trick on me right now. It wouldn't be the first after all...

It can't possibly be him.

Whilst I was frozen to the spot he continued to move his suitcase, a vintage brown, following from behind him. The steady rush of wheels on the stone pathing, the only thing I could hear

It was the boy with snow white hair...

In that moment my heart called out in a flurry of emotions, not believing what was happening it looked to my head to explain. My head raced around frantically trying to find some logical explanation for what was occurring.

Is it a hallucination maybe I didn't eat enough today? Am I sick and just not thinking straight? Maybe I fainted and this is all some dream but it feels so real...

No, this has to be some messed up kind of dream or maybe I was some how sent to a parallel universe where we don't know each other.

This just can't be real.

I began walking backwards not taking my eyes off him just in case he magically disappeared or I discovered it was an illusion. Even if it was an illusion, even if the chances of him really being here were slim. A part of me hoped he was here and I clung to that hope like a lifeline willing my eyes to not look away.

Not paying attention to my surroundings I felt the back of my foot collide with something and before I could process it I was falling. I let out a surprised yelp before my body was met with a cool mushy surface.

I try to open my eyes but mud causes me to close them, hot tears well in my eyes as grains of sand irritate it. I pick up the faintest scent of roses and I conclude I've fallen into the school garden, right unto rose bushes.

Using my left hand I attempt to prop myself up only for pain to shoot up every inch of my arm and I fall back. The thorns most probably. They pierce my flesh at the slightest of movements trapping me.

Great, well at least they snapped me out of that cruel hallucination.

"Are you okay?" I hear a voice ask me.

Still not opening my eyes I respond to the voice.

"Does it look like I'm okay?" I snap not bothering to hide my frustration.

I'll just apologize later or never, not apologizing will probably make whoever it is not bug me in the future anyway.

"Clearly not to be speaking to someone who wants to help in that way. Did one of those thorns get up your ass or something." They retort in an annoyed tone.

Ooh they better not light a fire in me!

"Listen I'm not in a mood for this right now. So are you going to help me up, or just keep on admiring how hot I look with roses all over me."

They snort at that, "Keep telling yourself that. Now just stay still"

They are seriously making it hard to keep my cool right now.

Gently the pain is eased as they carefully remove the thorns from my arms and part the branches away from me. Hands slide under my back and I'm lifted up out of the rose bush.

"Thanks, I guess." I say while trying to rub mud out of my eyes.

"Take this, it more effective than what you're doing." They say as a soft napkin is placed in my hands.

I wipe the mud out of my eyes and am finally able to see clearly. I wish I wasn't. Cause standing in front of me less than three feet apart is none other than him. In the flesh. Coal black eyes stare straight at mine, standing dressed in a mustard turtle neck and faded jeans.

My eyes go wide and my heart painfully stops beating while I'm flabbergasted.

"Hey you look a bit familiar. Have we met before?" He says squinting his eyes and tilting his head.

Barely letting him finish his sentence, I sprint away from him, out the school entrance as if a Chetea is behind me, completely forgetting about my cuts. Students turn to stare, some snickering others not caring. My cuts burn but I ignore them right now I just need to get as far away from him as possible.

As far away from the boy with snow white hair.