His Comfort; Kth [ON HOLD]

CHAPTER 7

"Life hurts, nature heals."

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Its been a week,since I spent my school hours with the girl sitting beside me, Luna.
Not gonna lie, but she is actually so sweet, and generous, unlike some. She know how I am not comfortable to others, but still engage me more to overcome this insecurity. And make me feel the very best of myself. EVERYTIME.

I glance her, eyeing her. She be looking so beautiful even in that messy braid. Keeping her head in her palms, all exhausted, she spoke.
"Please give me an another key to success, education is not working anymore."

I widened by eyes, what is she saying? I looked at her notebook, where she couldn't solve the problems since last 15 minutes.

"What?"
I interrogated with an amused question.

"You heard me Zelda, I know."
She still resting herself like that position.

"Like, where do you find the difficulties, show me."
I took the notebook from her side,and kept that infront of me. I took the pencil, and rotating it between my index and
middle finger, as my usual habit and initiated to solve the equation after few seconds.

I kept solving it, until I found myself satisfied with the results. I saw her, already with a bewilderment expression, all shocked.

"Is the answer 56.83?"
I asked her to check the answer. She took her textbook and turn the very last page, to verify the answer from the given exercise.

Turning her side profile to me, I could see a shocked look. All for me to explore and interrogate.

"Yes, Could you please explain it to me?"
I nodded for the same and did that as it was a free period where we all were doing our own works, minding our own business.

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"Well, Luna?"
I craned my neck towards her side, while my hands gripping on my bag shoulder straps.
I caught her already staring at me, with a different secret held in her eyes. What this feeling with her? Admiration? Tenderness?
I don't know what to name it. Maybe, It can be also a delulu.

"Yes?"
She spoke with a deep weight loaded in her voice. Not so usual pitch, as she talks.
I gulped the unavailable gulp down my throat, to lighten the heaviness of her voice. Only if I could do so.

"Uh, do you have your phone number? So that we can talk."
I questioned. All eye fixed with her hazel ones. Anyone would love to drawn in them with all their acceptance. They were that attractive and beautiful. Her eyes shining like gold with that sun rays falling on her face. Her hair strands was being the unpaid beauty of her enchanting and ubiquitous features.

This time, after asking question, she break the eye matching with me, and kept stepping ahead.

Silence thickened the atmosphere. No single words from anyone. Later, after probably 10 seconds, she spoke,

"I don't have a personal phone with me. It's with my btother. But don't worry, we talk alot in school."
At the end, she smiled.

That's true, but I wanted her to talk with me hours. 'Cause, after so long, I get someone with whom I can spend some time, without being scared of unnecessary judgement. She is the most wonderful person to me now. I know, initially, my reactions to her were not so honest, and didn't felt her as a good one. But time deals with everything.