Lost Star. [Revising]

Prologue [EDITED.]

  Ⓒ Angellie Nabilla 2015

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To Yuma, Ailsa was irresistible. She was beautiful, with the bright smile and the gloomy eyes everyone want to be captured in. Unlike everybody, Yuma always thinks of Ailsa as an ordinary girl, while her personality predominates her existence, not just purely a mesmerizing face, Ailsa has everything that Yuma ever wanted.

Yuma was sitting on an empty lot, under a large birch tree behind his house, where in distance, a hill decorated with colorful flowers, making its own pattern like a mosaic is seen. The sun hasn't fully arisen yet, as it was peeking behind a mountain peak. The weather might be better, he thought. If only you were here with me.

Crack.

A sound of a broken glass could be heard. Yuma widened his eyes in shock, he could have been aware of a girl crashing into him, if his mind wasn't wandering like a roller-coaster set in a full speed. The thought of Ailsa was still fresh in his mind, as he had not fully processed what was going on. He stared blankly at the girl who had crashed him just a moment ago.

"I—I am so sorry I sh—shouldn't have—" The girl stuttered and bowed her head down, now staring at the small pieces of glass laying on the surface of her palm, some planted through her skin. She whimpered in pain as the blood started to drip. 

"No, no. It's okay. Let me help you with that wound." Yuma lifted his hand to reach her wounded palm. "What can I call you with?" He smiled, a smile that was so sincere and heartwarming. A smile that could erupt a mountain of butterflies inside a girl's stomach, but not Ailsa's.

"Kayana. Or Kay. You decide." She smiled back. 

"So, Cheyenne—"

"It's Kayana. K-A-Y-A-N-A. Not Cheyenne, Kheianne, or whatever people keep mispronouncing. Is it that hard?" She chuckled a laugh, a laugh that failed to cover her puffy eyes and red cheeks. 

"Okay, so, Kay, where do you live?" Yuma plucked the glass shards continuously. He gave her a quick glance after every one or two pieces. 

"Really?" She raised one of her brow in confusion.

"Is there something I'm supposed to know?" Yuma put a hand under his chin, guessing uncountable possibilities.

"I love next door you ignorant dude." She managed to float a joke to break the ice, just before Yuma accidentally rubbed her bare wrist. She flinched and started to run. She looked so frustrated. dried scars were scattered on her wrist. Yuma felt bad for her, but he knew it clearly that it wasn't his place to tell. He didn't do anything, until her back was being further and further from his sight. Yuma wanted to chase her, but he didn't. He managed to watch from the distance as she ran further, with her silk black hair waving in the air.

But he realized something is wrong. He hastily stands and started to run after her. He chased her until the end of the road, and it seemed like he's late. Kayana is gone. Half heartedly, he steps back and walk to the cozy place under the tree. What a pity, he thought. He could've chased the girl to tend to her wounded hand or just simply walk her to her house, but he was a coward. He sat again, in the same place he used to sit while staring through the hill in the distance. There he was, stuck again in a daydream of his fallen star, his brown eyed sweetheart.

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True love is a durable fire,

In the mind ever burning, 

Never sick, never dead, never cold,
From itself never turning.

-William Shakespeare-

William Shakespeare has always been Ailsa's favorite poet. Countless poems has been scribbled on the papers of her diary. She hasn't know it yet, there is another person out there who writes poems of her and portrays her as a muse. Ailsa is as beautiful as a spilled ink. As wrecked as butterfly wing. Being a fiance of a billionaire doesn't make her feel loved. If only Almas, her fiance, treats her any good. He has an affair in every district of the town, people said. Indhie, Shanna, Niza, and the list goes on. Ailsa chose to remain silent. Not that she doesn't know it yet, not that she doesn't care. But because she is madly in love with Almas. She has always dreamt of the idea of being the only one, the one that is treated like a queen, like nothing beautiful is ever made before. Sadly, dream is dream, and she has nothing to put her hope into.

She was sleeping when Almas came and started hitting her, blaming her for all the bad things happened to him today. She let him yell and spill rude words to stain her heart. She let him do this because she loves him, no matter what he did to her. Broken and bruised, she walks slowly to the bathroom, drowning herself into the bathtub so no one can ever see her crying.