Twisted-Wonderland: Our Precious Treasure (Part 2)

(146) TDoKA: The Melancholy of Kalim al-Asim

Morning Time – Tuesday, 21st December

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Before the sun rose and the sky turned into its early morning purple and orange hues, Kalim had woken up with a massive headache. This was one of the rarest times where he woke up without any help, which only happens when he was under such massive stress. He scrunched his eyes before blinking drowsily, trying to adjust through the tiredness that should've gone away after a long sleep. He also felt itchy. The clothes he was wearing were crumpled, the bandana around his head was rather loose, and the gold jewelries were pressing his skin. It was on that second he realized that he didn't even change from his dorm uniform before going to bed. He scrunched his eyes again. How did he end here again?

"Kalim. Listen. We are never friends."

Ah. Now he remembered.

"I'll be completely honest. You are hopeless. So sketchy, stupidly clumsy, and a really carefree and materialistic rich kid! Who would honestly be friends with someone like you?"

Great Seven, Kalim felt like crying again. But he had been crying ever since he ran from the infirmary and locked himself in his room. Nobody dare to enter, nobody would care. Jamil hated him. Jamil never wanted to be his friend.

"Ever since I can remember, that carefree, positive, and foolish attitude of yours... I'VE HATED IT!"

Somehow it hurt so much. Hearing someone you loved turned out to be the one who hated you the most. Kalim felt sick like someone just stabbed him. Jamil hated him. Jamil hated him...

"You flit about without a care for the crap you put me through! I've always hated seeing your smile. I'M SO SICK OF IT!"

It was his fault, wasn't it? It was all Kalim's fault. If only he noticed sooner. If only he was a better friend. If only he was not as useless as he is now.

"I won't sugarcoat anything anymore. I've wished, every single day, for you to just disappear."

If only he could disappear. Maybe...just maybe...that will make Jamil finally happy...right?

He took out his magical pen, his tired face reflected in the rather blurry gem. Maybe a spell wouldn't hurt. He knew some spell, right? One of the unforgiving curses. A spell that can make you sleep for a long time. He can cast those... He just needs to chant the spell...

He raised his magical pen under his chin with his trembling hands. He closed his eyes, lips parted and ready to say the words. All he needed to do is chant. Just chant and everything will be over. Just chant and Jamil can be happy. Just chant...

Just chants...

Just...

A sob escaped Kalim's throat.

He can't chant.

He dropped his pen and fell to his bed, sobbing once again. He was hopeless. He couldn't even do a simple favor.

"We're from two different worlds. There's no way your tiny brain can understand my feeling. Should I spell it out for you? We are just master and servant. No more, no less."

Kalim never sees him as a servant. Kalim sees him as a loyal friend who never leaves his side and he loves so dearly.

He had to do something. He had to help Jamil. He wanted to make him happy. At least he had to make his school days not miserable by being here-