What Are My WordsWorth

21.1 Meeting The Twin Flame

i met a boy

i met a girl

his eyes captured my attention first

he held secrets in that deep shade

of hazel brown

his demeanor spoke of dark academia

a book only to be read after the sun comes down

her smile captured my attention first

the creases followed after the lips radiated a sweet light

a light that straight held my heart ,

her presence makes me fell as if everything is just right

he wore an unseen cloak

so he couldn't be that easy to read

still he threw the fabric away himself

so i slowly started to see all his bleeds

 the more she revealed

the more she started to feel familiar

like fate laid a grand scheme to make us meet

for she felt like my reflection in a mirror

he carries a sketchbook wherever he goes

for he likes to outline the life

fill it with different shades of charcoal

his soul rests in wooden sticks of graphite

she carries a book wherever she goes

for she never misses a chance to escape into the reveries

live with the characters she loves

 her heart is most alive in the sheets of dead trees

we are poles apart

poles that are made from the same spark

one energy splitted in two

 one burned to sky

 one melted into ocean

 but both bear the same shade of blue

his presence fills me with whispers of soft night

and a sweet lullaby sung with the most mellifluous of the cords.

her presence fills me with a glorious illumination

a blend of all the suns I've ever ignored

========================================================================

My mind was racing as I tried to make sense of what was happening. What on earth were these girls planning behind my back?

"What?" I exclaimed, my voice rising in disbelief. "Wait...what did you do?" I stared at Dhriti in horror, my mind reeling with possibilities.

"Go talk to him first," Dhriti urged me, her voice insistent. "The break will end soon."

Aadarsh stood up and I followed him out of the classroom, my heart pounding in my chest. He seemed hesitant, unsure of himself as he led me into the hallway.

"So," he began, his voice unsteady. "Shivam told me...is it true or is he just joking?"

"What?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

"That...that you like me," he said, his eyes searching mine for some kind of confirmation.

I felt like the ground had been ripped out from under me. "What? Oh my god," I exclaimed, my hand flying to my forehead in disbelief.

I was at a loss for words, unsure of what to say. Finally, I managed to stammer out a response. "It's true, but it's fine. You don't have to give me an answer. Hell, you weren't even supposed to know. Ever."

Aadarsh looked at me with a mixture of sympathy and regret in his eyes. "It's fine," he said gently. "You're a great person, but you and I just don't have a future together."

I nodded, trying to hide the hurt that was threatening to overwhelm me. "It's fine," I repeated. "I know that. Don't worry about it."

"Hmm," Aadarsh said with a relieved smile. "I didn't want things to be awkward between us. That's why I thought it would be better if we talked."

Just then, the bell rang, signaling the end of our break. "Oh, we should head back inside," I said, grateful for the interruption.