Ephemeral

Chapter 3: Memories

Red's face was covered in red as she walked out from the ladies' sight, She's embarrassed for some reason she couldn't figure out, the only thing she knew was she acted weirdly in front of the eye pleasing women, she got her breath sucked up by Miss Vernuel's simple action. She's having the urge to slap herself, however, she doesn't want to look like an idiot walking at the sidewalk in doing so.

She covered her face with her palm and started rubbing them out of frustrations.

"aish" the only thing that came from out of her mouth except for some of her inner screaming.

A few minutes later, Red succeeded in reaching her desired destination, their University. She walked past the tall gates and entered inside like a queen, Red is already familiar with the surroundings but she can't keep herself from admiring them.

From the moment you step in, you'll be greeted with their wide entrance field, there's a large path at the middle and as you walk you'll see the lines of huge trees all the way to the huge buildings.

Res took a deep breath of the nice fresh air to clear up her mind and magically, her worries disappeared. What a great feeling.

Great feeling indeed. She said to herself as she started to walk herself down. There are a few students who roam around, probably doing their own plans or agendas, Red didn't bother herself to think about what could be the possible things they are doing here, she's also here to do hers too.

Red stopped at the service area, it's an area provided by the school where you can choose either a bike or a tricycle (if you don't know how to balance a bike) to ride, just in case you don't want to walk around inside this huge ass school.

Red chooses to ride a tricycle, she maneuvers it like a good girl would do, she drives herself to the school library and parked her ride in the designated area carefully, she doesn't want to get in trouble if she ever breaks it.

Red took a deep breath before entering, she silently walked inside and do her deedz she picked the book of her needs and took it on her chosen table. Red started to do her schoolwork, however her mind can't keep quiet.

Aein Ives Vernuel.

Her face flashed inside her head that made her grunt in annoyance, "Why do i keep thinking of her??" Red asks herself like she doesn't know what's the exact reason.

Remembering her reaction made Red heaved a deep sigh.

Miss Vernuel's eyes looks so genuine, Red can feel the stare melting her bones. She looks egnuinely worried earlier, she looks so caring and her touches were soft as a feather.

Is she an angel or something?

Red thought to herself,

Miss Vernuel currently isn't in a relationship, That might be a news that is hard to believe but it's true. There must be a lot of men lurking around her, even women maybe? Goodness, she got that heart melting warm and cold ambiance, a bit scary but so attractive.

Hmm but she must have been in a relationship right?

The one on her book?

Red thought about it for a second and decided to grab her bag and took the novel out.

Where was I again?

'Chapter 7'

My dear Amari, forgive me for what i'm about to write.

No sugarcoat, no secrets, and words all bluntly said.

Isn't that the whole purpose of this work written with my precious ink?

I'll let it flow and let my thoughts do its job.

One morning came and I woke up in your presence.

I'm slowly getting used to it, but it wasn't that serious by then, it was a simple bond of ours that was a little bit more special than what others have.

We greet each other every morning and talk the whole day until we say goodnight, it was precious moments i didn't know i started to keep.

It was a great feeling, being in someone's care who appreciates you and accepts you for who you are, someone who recognizes the good parts in you and admires them like no one ever does.

My ate.

We laugh and enjoy each other's company, we appreciate the small things, the small gifts, the messages, rants, stories, and lessons we share with each other.

It was amazing.

I was over the moon and i thought it was normal, it's normal to think about the same person the whole day, to worry about them so much, to long for their presence for some reason.

Well it was normal...

You were vocal and honest and you told me that you like me, and i thought, of course you do, i'm your bunso and your favorite author, the small conversation we make before we even get to know each other makes me also your friend right?

Above al reasons, I have a huge reason to not take it seriously, or should i say, Romantically.

Ate Amari is married.

She has a husband.

She talks about him like he's the nicest person she ever known, and also the best father she could have for their children. I thought that was so sweet and even though she seldom mentions him, unless i open the topic or she remembers things, I loved how she sounds happy talking about her kids and how they love their father.

"Why do you think i married him?" Ate Amari asked out of nowhere.

My mind went blank for a second.

I thought about "Because you love him?" I said as i think about it more, that question couldn't be answered properly by my neurons, it made me so confused, good thing i managed to think about it.

"Yeah..." She said and it made me frown. Isn't that the answer?

Why would you marry someone you don't love? Right?? Isn't she in love with him? Is she forced? Things started to run on my empty head.

I asked her what's up with her answer but she dismissed it and chuckled "Of course, i married him because i love him, bunso" she said and added "You should marry who you love, and be wise of choosing" and i agreed.

Well that's the plan isn't it?

Marry someone you love.

I didn't think about that conversation that much that night, we changed the topic and talked about other things.

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