Worshiper Of His Existence

Chapter # 33

After our first meeting, time passed, to start off as nonchalant, we both were fifteen, we had our admission to a highschool.

I was the star student, immaculate in everything while he was the topper, his mind was sharp, he didn't have to study much and I was amazed because I never saw him study. He got grades higher than me.

I hated him till then but he loved teasing me. Always doing something to piss me off, to gain my attention.

Even whistling at me- Yeah his notorious whistle to declare his presence as the Plague Doctor. It came by teasing me. He used to whistle constantly at me.

But, being a robot, I didn't know how to react. I always raise my brows or blink but never smile.

'At least that is my point of view... Only 'he knows' what he thought or felt that time. I was too oblivious to notice or know.'

We rarely talked, we were busy in our own worlds, never having time but one day, he decided to approach me. I have no idea why he did.

I was in the garden, with a devoid look, staring at my hands and then he came to me, a smile lingering on his lips.

"Hey."

Furrowing my brow, I felt intensely irritated, knowing he might do a prank or something.

"What?" I asked rudely but his smile grew soft, taking a seat beside me, deepening my frown.

"I got this for you." He smiled, offering me a rose.

"What a pathetic gift."

Making a disquiet face, I took the rose and crushed it in my hands, not caring the thorns drew blood, I was used to pain.

"You think I am as vulnerable and pathetic as this rose?" I asked, throwing the remains of the rose on the ground but his smile grew wider.

"No."

He anticipated this reaction.

Leaning closer to my face, perplexing me more, "I believe you are beautiful and graceful like this."

'What's with him? This will definitely be one of his pranks.'

"Appearances are meaningless when you are not able to maintain them eternally. They will wilt." I muttered, brushing the blood from my hand.

"Appearances are not the only ones that will." Speaking tenderly, he took my hand and wiped the blood with his handkerchief.

"Everything will wilt... eventually."

"Hmm. You are right." I hummed, uninterested in his stupid talks.

"You know what Zari." He smiled.

Zari?

"You should smile more"

"Why?" I asked, arching a brow but his smile grew closer, leaning dangerously closer to my face.

"Because your smile provides me solace."

Flushing for a second, I felt my heart skip a beat. Moving back, I yanked my hand back. Something must be seriously wrong with him.

"Who cares about your peace?" I asked with a puff, rolling my eyes off.

"I just want you to smile." He shrugged, leaning back. His display of calmness and fondness was pricking me. I wanted him to stop smiling, stop acting softly.

"Since when have you seen me smiling?" I asked in amusement, raising an eyebrow.

"When your Father praised you, you smiled. It was pretty, I want you to smile for 'me' as well." He demanded openly.