Stars Of Life

✦ Disappearance

Since his adamant nature softened a bit, he agreed to answer anything. In his words, any one thing. That's why I'm really really looking forward to know the cause, even I don't believe him completely─an another long story. Talking over a dinner or drink isn't my cup of tea, however I wish it to be my first and the last meeting like this. With him. It makes me feel like I am not fond of many people, it hurts deep down. I don't want to be the one who's always running away just because they give me reasons to not like them.

I want to be happy when I'm talking, not just by asking what I'm curious of.

And here goes nothing awkward as I'd expected to be: A bittersweet, pleasant taste of a citrus juice, typically engulfed me in a warm sensation. It might be the benefit of having one's absolute favorite thing after a long day.

This feels like a date. Oops!

"Don't be nervous." The fifth sentence he said to me. I was counting?

He kept his drink on the table and sat down raking his hand through his dark hair. He bent forward to adjust the chair so that he could lay his arms comfortably on the edge of the table. In the process of doing so, his knee hit with mine that made me go insane for a second. Watch out, boy! I hated bumping over each other first, and doing handshakes after I met Mr Brilliant or Aidan. He taught me that handshakes can be dangerously hot. And the list goes on. That counts me too.

Well, if an spectator could watch us closely, they'd see a girl which is me, is studying every move of the person on the other side. Nonetheless, his moves or gestures are not I'm interested in. I'm on the edge of my seat to know how the fire started in our school library.

"Who, me?" Like always, my communication skills are underdeveloped when it comes to answering. Does that make me a good questioner or listener then?

"Duh, as if it wasn't clear!" He laughed off my remark. "So, were you really alone or someone was coming with you here?" He slid a glass closer to his side.

I ignored him, though I didn't wanted to show my annoyance. His eyes speak them all, all the pure mischievousness behind a single question. He kinda reminded me of him.

"Fine. What do you wanted me to tell?"

"Our graduation day," I said, careful not to seem too excited, "you remember?"

He scrunched his brows. I held my fists together, praying. Praying that I wouldn't roll my eyes in the process of this moment.

"Who doesn't?"

"Tell me." Fast forward. "Um, do you know what happened at our school library? Before the tragic incident?"

I mustered all my courage to ask him and his response be like, "Ahaha! You won't stop asking me that, eh?"

Pity. What a pity!

"It's archaic. Next?" He had that sickly sweet smile. It made me lose my hope. This person's unbelievable!

Star, I would focus on my studies and dreams rather than solving these things that don't have to do with the present.

But. I had to know about Mr Brilliant. It's all about him.

I can't give up.

"You promised." I whispered. "Anything."

"Okay, but why do you keep doing that?" He pointed at my left hand, I was scraping my top palm with my thumb, embarrassingly. "I need your attention if I really have to tell you, Cutie."

He smirked. It felt like hours.

I put my hands on the table, hoping he would understood. "Disclose, please."