𝙒𝙝𝙞𝙨𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝘼𝙬𝙖𝙮

4. LAILA

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"DID I just met a fae?"

On the rustic swing, made possibly 40 years ago, I ponder to myself.

It has been 2 days since I met him. Its been 2 days that I haven't heard that haunting yet enchanted music.

Feels...empty?

I should be happy, shouldn't I?

I sighed by myself. To think about it again, he's incredibly, enchantingly, out-of-fairytale like handsome. With the greatest fragrance I've ever smell. I didn't even know boys are capable to smell like that!

Faes, a subspecies of jinn I supposed. Unlike jinns, they could have their own realm, lives, families, kingdom etc. Practically human with a bit more advantage and a mystical aura around them. They're also more ancient than us.

"Maybe he is..."

More I think about it, the more frighten yet intrigued I am. The characteristic fit very well. But it has been 2 days so its probably a one time thing.

...

BUT!

"Ugh!" I sit up straight as memories on that day replay over and over again.

The way he look like he anticipated my arrival, his relief when he heard my name. How he never acted surprise by me being there. The absolute desperation from letting me go.

Him trying to pull me away...

If he is a fae, that means, to him, we have met before.
 
Shivers...

Maybe he's just some entity? No, thats worse.

Maybe he is a real boy! Wait, that's kinda messed up. Especially remembering the outfit, the accent.

He couldn't have been a fae, can he? Since it didn't feel scary. Well, that probably wasn't his intention.

I got up from the swing. Its sunset. This is when I should've listen to first three notes of that rhythm that will drag into a full blown melody. I would've never expected that I miss such a haunting experience yet here I am.

To think back, knowing that melody is what he dances too...

His features fill my brain easily. All the way to my heart. Those grey, almost black eyes that's far too beautiful to look away from. His body when he dances, his tallness that makes it perfect for him to give me a kiss on my forehead.

Arjuna. Such a vintage, royal-like name. His soothing voice...the way his hand wrapped around my-

"Ow!" I was snapped out of my trance to look down at the hand I was itching.

Great, a mosquito bite. Thats the pettiness of the week.

I make my walk inside to run away from any other pest from biting me. In my mind, my recollection of Arjuna replays. Feel as if I have a crush on him(which I don't, especially if he's a fae!)

It'll be my weirdest not-a-crush ever. Even weirder than that time I like a boy just because he help me talk to a teacher. I really believed that was true love, turns out its just my anti-socialness.

I almost laugh to myself before my bits of happiness were shattered.

"Hey, stupid!" I heard Danish's voice from the other side of the house.

I sighed audibly.

"What is it, Danish?"

"Haha, very funny of you. Greatest comedian of all!" He let out with the biggest scowl I've ever seen. Finally, we're right infront of each other. Unfairly however due to his height over mine.