Our Constellations || On Hold

Chapter 02

02| A P U S

A P U S
- The Bird Of Paradise -

"Love is either strength or weakness."

WYATT'S POV

IT WAS THOSE MOMENTS WHEN YOU FEEL like you're dying because boredom keeps on stabbing you repeatedly; endlessly even. That is until you find a way to kill boredom. To be more precise, it's revenge. The absolute best revenge towards boredom - a solution. It is what's required in this particular moment and out of all of the solutions - surfing the Internet or just stare across the blank and dull walls or ceilings - I have in the matter of fact chose to watch the scene of Genesis sneaking out of her house unfold before me.

I sprung up from my bed - which is now in a very messy state - and walked to my desk. As I had reached my desk, my gaze didn't land or focus on Genesis but to something rather eye-catching just by the side of my desk. Now that I had just paid close attention to it - for the very first time- after three years since it had been given to me, I notice the beautifully carved markings on it's side. Not only there is a rose that was engraved on this wooden material but a pigeon, butterfly and the solar system as well. The only depressing fact was that the artist didn't leave their signature behind. Was it because they had forgotten to finish it?

My mind dwelled no more on the question and focused on something rather more peculiar than the unexplainable story on the side of my desk. It is Genesis of course. She sat on the windowsill, looking at both of her sides repeatedly with a sign of cautiousness written all over her face. A couple of seconds has passed but Genesis is still examining the road and each of its pavements. I squint my eyes, leaning over much more closer the window, trying to catch a glimpse of what Genesis is holding which seemed like a bag. A question shot up my mind as I realized it.

Is she running away?

Just by looking at this view, you could tell that she is sneaking off but when she drops the bag down and more bags to the ground, it looked more like she was going to make shipments of material to a company. After the one last bag landed on the ground, her face released any emotions that would define the word strain, her eyes fluttering open as she inhales in a huge quantity of air into her lungs.

Her shoulders descends as she exhaled. Her eyes lingered across the neighbourhood's houses. This time it wasn't caution but instead it looked like she was searching for something. Then when her gaze lands on me, my whole world stops. When she moved, it felt as if everything is going I'm slow motion. She was pointing at me, mouthing inaudible words. From that point three things are for sure;

One, Genesis is going somewhere.

Two, that 'somewhere' is my house.

And three, this smells of trouble.

Get your shit together Wyatt!

The voice of subconscious snapping me out of my frozen state that almost made me jump ten feet high. I close the curtains and stumble off of my desk. Whilst not being able to remain my balance, I fell to the ground head-first making me groan in response. Ignoring the pain that ran at the back of my head, in sudden instance, I stood up and hid under the covers of my bed.

What does she want?!

Do you know that there are those times when you try to distract yourself? Especially when you are in danger - everything is in complete chaos or worse, hell or maybe something worse than that; if that's even possible - you start making positive thoughts like the sun will still shine tomorrow or that life goes on, we gotta accept it. I tried. Tried. Yep because luck isn't on my side, in the meantime.