Neuvilette ▪︎ Ocean Eyes

3: rêver d'un souvenir lointain

translt: dreaming of a distant memory —

And there he was, sitting on the edge of his bed, staring into the nothingness plastered on his bedroom wall. Reading books was of no help at all, yet he had finished a whole half-row of them from his bookshelf.

He couldn't get it off his mind. The nymph, or siren, or whatever they call it, they were real - the event from last night had proved that belief. Of all the books he'd previously read, most of it featured them as hostile and dangerous, that no one should even dare try to talk to them, much worse catch them.

'Yet it looked kind,' he thinks to himself while holding a book that was open in its first few pages.

Curiosity was slowly getting on his nerves. He wanted to know more. He wanted 'her' to fill this empty cup in his brain that had gone on a blackout ever since he saw her amber eyes.

But something was holding him back.

"Neuvillette, dear, I'll be going to work now." said his father who was rushing yet dapper despite last night's events. The kid bearing the name of Neuvillette hummed as response, not bothering to look back in his father's direction.

Loneliness lingered around. His chest felt heavy when his door clicked close when his father walked away. Never had he gotten enough attention as a kid, it was only now that he realized that.

A father who was a businessman, and a mother who had the title of One of Fontaine's Most Stylish Women due to her beautiful and wise choice of dresses and colors.

With no siblings or relatives visiting their home, all that he could do was try to keep himself busy and distracted with books and board games such as chess. Novels and Memoirs fascinate him, which developed his liking for mysteries and detective stories.

Before he knew it, again, he found himself standing on the white-sand shore below the high-rise city. The usual sounds of seagulls and waves filled the background.

His bare feet were greeted with the coarse texture of the sand. He fiddles his fingers with the shore waves hitting his ankles. It made him think of how creatures such as 'that' ever live underwater.

"Get off my head already," he mumbles as he steps further into the water. He doesn't bother whether his shorts got wet already.

Why should I overthink this, not like it'll be a benefit to me if I look further into it...

He didn't want to forget about it. As much as he wanted to, he couldn't. It was far too alluring to be ignored.

A pair of amber eyes then meets his own. The two shared a look of bewilderment for a good minute before the young boy stumbled afront when a huge armored crab pushed him to the sand.

"H-Hey!" He angrily grits his teeth as he stretches his arm out, opening his palm facing the animal. "Run before you turn into loot!" He successfully made the huge crab crawl away, making him sigh in relief.

Hissing, he brushed his wet hand along the strands of his hair, putting it back. He turns around in the direction of the familiar amber eyes and smiles in relief to see that it was still there.

He bent down, but he felt the water through his torso. He gave up and just sat down. "Was it you?"

His voice was soft, but his question was only answered with a blink.