North star

Chapter 4

we only met once but you seem so familiar like out of a dream or in some other sphere
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have we loved before in an alternate reality? longer than a second sweeter than an eternity?

As we stood opposite each other, I found it difficult to maintain eye contact, the silence weighing heavily on my ears, making the atmosphere uncomfortable and awkward.

I stood still, crossing my arms over myself, my eyes roaming over the familiar structure of the room. Despite having seen it many times before, I never grew bored of its layout.

"This place... you can come here whenever you want to," I said, taking a step toward a bunch of plastic chairs and removing two of them.

"Did you set that password lock?" he asked, extending a helping hand and successfully removing two chairs for us.

"Yes," I nodded. "Do you remember the password?" I asked as I sat on one of the chairs.

He looked at me meaningfully. "3915. How could I not, when you let me see it?" he replied, placing the chair beside mine and taking a seat.

Narrowing my eyes at his statement, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. The aura of the boy in front of me wasn't what I expected. His eyes held a meaningful glaze, devoid of anger, fear, or any other emotion one would typically show after being bullied. Even from the moment I saw him on the stairs and as we entered the room, there was no sign of any of those emotions on his face or in his body language.

Instead, his eyes were filled with interest and... fascination?

Hatred is the most extreme emotion of human beings and also the easiest to identify. But there was no tightness in his lips, no sour expression, no clenched fists, slouched shoulders, furrowed eyebrows, or tugging at his collar.

None.

Instead, he maintained steady eye contact, with raised eyebrows, chest out, shoulders back, and chin held high – exuding a strong aura of confidence.

'When bullied, his eyes were filled with anger, injustice, and deep-rooted hatred.'

A person who didn't know better wouldn't believe they were the same person.

The only possible explanations for this sudden change in expression were either that he had immense control over his feelings and emotions or he was faking it when bullied or now or he is an angel 

I would be even more interested , If angle name is SATAN

But if, it's the first, I have respect for him, but how?

If it's the second, why?

If it's the third, You sure, you aren't dead?

But whatever the reason, my interest was fully piqued.

By the way, I remembered the dude as my classmate, but what was his name again?

"Yes! So, if you're ever in trouble in the future, you can come here," I spoke softly, feeling a little guilty for not remembering his name, as I placed my hand on the chair handle and observed his subtle changes.

" Red" he whisper  looking out of window As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting its final rays across the sky      

 Disha turned to Yano with a curious glint in her eyes. "Have you ever heard of the saying 'red sky at night, sailor's delight; red sky in the morning, sailor's warning'?" she asked, her voice carrying the weight of centuries-old wisdom.

Yano, intrigued by the ancient adage, shook his head gently. "No, I haven't. What does it mean?" he inquired, his gaze fixed on the shifting hues of the twilight sky.