The Only Cure

Chapter 2

Timing: Thursday, 24th of February, 4:15pm.

Narni's POV:

Just sitting in your room, enjoying the company of an old book, as the wind taps tenderly on the thin glasses of the windows is undoubtedly one of the delightful scenes you will ever live.
I can't lie, i find joy in doing this, whilst my friends are out there, partying hard, probably getting wasted, and the next day, having massive headaches as morning guests.

I was distracted from my book by a knock on the door, to which i responded with a sigh of resentment. Nevertheless, after a small argument between me and my subconscious about openning or not openning the door, i got up from my comfortable position and traced a path towards the knocking sound.

I twisted the doorknob and opened the door watchfully, trying to avoid the creaking sound which is always made.
My gaze was now fixed on a mascular figure of an alluring man, who looked quite familiar. Then, my realization hit me as hard as the door hit Harry's face right after i figured out who he was.

My hands were trembling, and I felt like my heart was about to escape my thoracic cage, its prison. Eventually, anxiety lost the power of its control over my brain, which led me to build up my confindence and re-open the door.

Silence, mixed with nervousness, was feeling the gap between the atoms of the air surrounding us.

"i'm sorry" i said, looking up at the curly haired, lovely creature, who was rubbing his face, trying to ease the pain.

"you literally shut the door in my face!" his protest was quite surprising.

I took a couple of minutes to stare at his face, taking in all off his flawless features.
Cut him out in little stars and he would make the face of heaven so fine, the World would fall in love at night.

I shook my head, shaking off my thoughts as well, and opened my mouth, trying to make up decent words and speak.

"I thought you were the robber everyone is talking about. Take my apology." i lied.

A deep chuckle was heard from him, followed by the action of pushing his hair backwards with his hand.

"Mr. Aguilera told me you are his best student. He said that you can help me with the lessons." he ended his sentence with a smirk, which exposed the dimple on his right cheek.

Whilst he was talking, i averted my stare from his face and looked at his clothes; nothing different from the yesterday's. Despite his innocent features, his taste in fashion and assorted tattoos killed every single good image of him in my head; He looked like someone who loves black, the darkness' colour.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when i understood what he was talking about. I looked up at him with wide eyes. Adrenaline, along with anger, was noticeable on my face.
My gaze dropped to the ground before i answered, "I-i don't know if i can. You know, we have a lot of lessons and i need to make some time for them too."

"oh." such a short answer he had.

I told myself that i should help him. After all, we don't know what's hidden under the very thick barriers of this tough looking man.
Soon after, the edges of my lips curved up to draw a smile on my face, his face, that always possessed a stern look, lit up, and i could see how impatient he was to hear my answer.

"fine." short, but satisfying i think.

He sniffed. I assume, the constant sniffing was because of the many flowers i have in my room; he has hay fever.

"When can we start then?" his question got me off guard, so
I hummed for a short period.

"i guess," i paused, thinking of the right time and place "tomorrow at 5pm, for i'm off on fridays."

"Do people use "for" instead of "because" nowadays?" he laughed.

I raised my eyebrow at his disrespectful remark. He noticed and stopped, his lips twitching, trying to fight the laughter.

"Yes. You're right. People like you prefer to ravage the English language instead of using it correctly." i said, gesturing him a sassy smile, to which he replied with a shocked expression.

"i'm sorry if it sounded rude, but i can't help it" i said, feeling uncomfortable since i acted mean from the first chat.

"it's okay. So," he dragged on the last word, "see you soon."

"see you soon." i closed the door after i watched his tall, mascular figure ceasing to be visible, because of the darkness being the only thing filling the empty hallways.

After 3 hours; 7:20 pm.

Either we take a break from the usual routine and make a change, or we give up on our hearts' sudden desires. In fact, this is always about the maturity of a person; how he/she values the mind and the heart.
The mind: Yes. Choosing your mind is a bright decision. And, Yes. You will feel agony, the agony of lack of youth and happiness; But, this kind of pain teaches us a lot of things, especially the truth about this judgemental World, in which you can get no where worthy without following your mind.
The heart: On the other hand, we have the heart, the weakness of the human kind.
People who are so full of the milk and the joy of the human kind can't lock their hearts in a box and throw it in the ocean. That's why they choose it, and you always happen to see that magnificent smile on their faces, for doing what their hearts seek for.
This kind of people live the moment, not concerning about the future. They teach you how to live, and enjoy your life.
Oh, so you think these are the people who made the best decision? Wait for the day they follow their hearts once again, ending up falling for the worst agony of all.

Narnia was lost between her mind and her heart. As if there was a battle and she was in the middle of it. Even though she was being injured by both of the sides, she had to choose one.
It's not easy to ignore your mind by pushing your responsibilities away, but trying to shut down the desires and needs of the heart is harder.
And her heart's desire was LOVE.

The more she thought about it, the more she felt the pressure on herself. As if the four, pale walls of this room, in which she spent most of her time, were moving nearer by every passing second, blocking the air her body needed, making it surrender for dizziness.

She hurriedly got up and wore clothes that would protect her from the bone chilling cold of February. Narnia never loved the cold, harsh breeze of The Great Britain, but she had to cope up to it.
Whilst she was regretting the moment she left her warm room, her cheeks and nose were slightly whipped by the wind and turned into a shade of crimson.

When she arrived to the park, her lips formed a smirk; The park was completely empty. "who would be here at this time any-" her thoughts were interrupted by a loud scream coming from the hallways.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:
i want to thank to everyone for reading this.
I know i have published 2 chapters today lol but some of you wanted it sooo here it is.
Goal for this chap: 25 votes