Efflorescence (Zelink)

Efflorescence

Once dawn almost arrives and the birds start to chirp their charming tune, I am the first one to wake up and sit in the park with a steaming cup of green tea in my black glove, which heats my cold hands up.
The funny thing is, I am still smiling since yesterday, but I barely dreamed anything.

Can you imagine how the world would be if we only saw minds, not bodies? Normally, you'd get attracted by the appearance, but fall in love with the personality - well, if you are not dumb and hypocritical, like most of the society. Society. It has taken away all the adventures of life, and the only adventure left is to destroy that society.

"Hey."
I quickly take a sip, before someone sits down next to me on the bench. I keep gazing at the cup, since I know whose voice speaks, until the one lifts my chin up. It is Ike, with his typical blue eyes, but I see nothing special, deep inside them.
"Hi", I respond half-hearted.
"I, um, got you something. And got luck for today", he says, and leaves one single red rose on his former place, before he goes away.
I regard it, blushing slightly by the thought why he has given it to me, and twirl it around my finger, playing with a thought. He offered me it, so I can do whatever I would like to, don't I?
I remove the green stalk of the crimson flower, and squeeze it firmly in my hand, dropping the left blossoms onto the white ground. It looks like blood in my hand, although it has the color of a rose. A metaphor? I don't know.

Life is like an efflorescence; you are given a life and flourish in your own kind of beauty, and it's prime and everything seems so mirthful, until you start to fade, and everyone forgets about you. That's why you need to do something, contrive something, therefore you are not a lost soul here.

I wipe the flower juice away, and drink my tea again. The sun starts to rise, and the sky is dipped in his quaintest colors, peach and a slight pink, and I wish I would be able to capture it in a picture, especially this moment. I inhale relaxed, and exhale, wrapping my arms tighter around me; the air is refreshing yet cold. How is the tournament going to be? Will I win? I hope so. But what is with the time I will leave this place again, returning to my old school? And will I see Link? Will I break down, and get an anxiety attack? No, I mentally tell myself. You are not that weak. I bite into my lower lip, and cross my legs, drinking the last few sips of my tea.

As I walk into the building again, people are still not awaken yet; Shall I go and get Link, or remain in the park alone? Or go to my friends? Link'd be my answer, but since I kind of don't want to disturb him, I decide to train in one of the halls.

Once I've reached it, the huge, white building, I wrap dirty, grey linen around my knuckles to prevent any injuries. I try to do the hand-to-hand combat, and it works quite well, and drawing my sword is also pretty good. I'm confident with myself, and twenty minutes later, I leave the hall, and go to Link.

-

"Hey! Sleepyhead!" I knock on his door. After ten seconds nobody opens it, therefore I just kick it, until it opens by itself.
The blonde man sleeps tightly in his bed, one leg above the blanket and his arms surrounding a pillow. I giggle amused, and get closer.

"Hey." I caress his warm cheek, as I watch him turning around. "Come back, you douche!"
I slightly push him back into the position he's been before. "Link?"
"Hm?"
If I was a twelve-year-old girl, I would have definitely fangirled. His husky voice makes an echo into my head, and his long lashes surround those lovely blue eyes.
"Morning, hero", I greet, and crawl next to him, the coziness overloaded.
"I woke up wanting to kiss you."
We gaze at each other, and in a flash, he presses my neck with his hand against his mouth, and all I feel are his fierce lips.

It's like he has declared war; I feel hot, salty drops of water at my nose, and I notice, he's crying.
It seems like he couldn't breathe, and I am his air.
His look is so terrified yet bittersweet, and everything I feel is his immortal love. I am the chaos, and he is the calm. The calm and the chaos.
Chaos Theory.
"Let it go", I throw in, as I gasp for air, our foreheads touching.
He swallows, also gasping, his broad chest heavily moving up and down.
"I don't know", he answers after a while, "whether I should love the fact that you can't breathe because of me, or, that I am so lucky."
A smirk appears on his marvelous face, and I close relaxed my eyes, laying next to his warm body.
And well, we look at each other, saying nothing, but it was the kind of nothing that means everything.

-

Once I've dragged him out of the bed and forced him to throw some clothes over, he decides to go the cafeteria, while I am waking my friends up.
"Peach", I whisper, pulling on her soft hair. Even when she sleeps, it looks gorgeous and perfect.
"Finally see you again here, huh?" She moans annoyed, and places a pink pillow over her blonde hair.
"Kind of." I smile slightly, and honestly think about it.
"Okay." Peach narrows her sky blue eyes, and glares at me, while walking in a pink onesie into the bathroom. I giggle after her, holding my palm in front of my hand.
After I am done with Peach, I also wake up Samus.
"What is actually the reason for your tiredness?", I ask frowning, curiosity shines in my brownish eyes.
"In what do you believe?", Samus responds, rubbing her piercing blue eyes.

In what do I believe? I believe in moments, love, and a steaming cup of tea in the early morning and late night. I believe in creativity, books, quotes, art, philosophy, music. I believe in the sunrise and sunset, and all the moments in between. I believe in faith, that it is the last thing a human existence is holding onto.

But of course I don't tell her, it's all in my head, and none of their businesses, I keep acting silly.
"I believe in Ike and Mario." I step my hand into my quite flat hip, and eye them sternly.
"Nope. We've made a little girls' evening", Peach throws in from out the bathroom, and Samus chuckles.
"Why didn't you tell me?!", I yell angrily, pinching her.
"You seemed to be busy." I scoff, but inside, I giggle. It was the, well, interesting kind of busy.
"Ladies, comes with me, food is waiting and so does the training."

-

That was pretty much how the following two weeks went on; waking up, summoning up the power to go training, making out with certain boys and falling asleep.
I am proud of myself, as I once even defeat Link, my own trainer. Anyway, it's the day before the final tournament, where all those from the highest level fight in pairs against each other. Honestly, I wasn't that much into battling, and I ask myself why I even wanted to participate at this whole stuff. Destiny, because Hylia knew I would meet Link? I have no clue.

It's evening; I've spent the afternoon with Rosalina and Peach, talking about the latest gossip and siping tea from the princesses' porcelain cups. After that, I usually go to Link, and so do I today.
His and Shulk's room is very comfortable, that's why I left my books here to read them. They both aren't present yet, Link told me he wanted to come later. Therefore I lay in his cozy bed that smells like wood, and read my favorite novel: Anna Karenina. A realistic drama. Totally my world.

If you haven't heard about it, it's a story about royal Russian families in the nineteenth century, especially the Karenins. The wife, Anna, which has given birth to a son eight years ago, falls helplessly in love with a young officer called Alexej Wronskij. She gives up on everything just to be with him, but as she notices, after they got a baby, that he doesn't love her anymore or as much as she does, and in the bitter end, Anna throws herself under a train. And there it is again; the topic: suicide.

I am currently at the middle, reading about Lewin and Oblonskij, then suddenly, I hear a familiar sound. I somehow know it, like somewhere deep inside my mind it is hidden, but I still can't quite figure out what it is. I look around the room, and follow its sound, and almost faint, as I get to know what it is. Link has put it in a box under his desk, pretty much at the bottom.

My mobile is ringing.

I look at its display, an unknown caller. My mind and everything tries to force me to not touch it, but what do the others always use to say? Listen to your heart. No; not even my heart advises me to, but my curiousity. And well,  as we all know, curiousity killed the cat.
I accept the call, and listen, trying to breathe as quietly as possible...