When she first asked the fine-looking lad why he desolately sat huddled on a dark corner of the room, he simply said, “It’s because I only leave my place whenever you call out my name.”
The mere utterance of his words pierced through her soul. She had become diluted, as she soaked herself in deep bafflement while these thoughts, these sentiments, swept endlessly through her.
“But when do I call your name?” she stammered with suppressed difficulty.
The youth fixed his gaze on her, as if intending to venture through her inmost thoughts, reading them at the same time.
At once he slowly began moving his pale lips. “You call me whenever you feel like doing the things you do not have to do, and disregarding the things which you ought to do,” he replied with his voice yielding, his manner slow. “Immediately when you do this I would leave my current position in order to attend to you.”
The young girl was not satisfied.
“Attend to me? How do you attend to me?” she snapped impatiently.
The young man merely lifted his eyes towards her and grinned in a likable yet absurd demeanor. “Why, I attend to you in a number of ways. I complexly twist your arms and legs and whisper murderous words in your ear to hasten you up.”
“That doesn’t sound nice at all,” she declared indignantly.
She unwittingly became cross with him, but it seemed as if the young man didn’t care about it at all.
“Why do you have to stay here, of all places?” she pursued when the young man said no more.
“Because this area is dark and remote,” emotionlessly. She knew at once that he was really sincere with his answer. But why does he like to stay in places which are both dark and remote? She herself could not even live to breathe in such. She knew the she had to ask him this yet again. She needed to know why he had a certain fondness about staying in such an isolated area.
“If indeed you only leave your place whenever I call out your name,” she blurted placidly. “Then how could you possibly hear my voice from afar?” The more she thought about thus, the greater her capability of confusing things had become.
That night she left the scene, after insistent summons from upstairs rang in her ears. She had been reminded of the frail of not dealing faithfully with her businesses, and so she gave up asking the good-looking lad why he merely sat there in such an isolated place. She often tried to forget about her encounter with him moments ago. Now, she sat there, fixing her glimmering eyes on the Chemistry textbook which was unthumbed. She was yet going to take an exam, hours from then.
But the mystery was still there, the revelation absent. She knew that in order to find she first had to seek. She wanted to know more about the young man, and so she deliberately pulled herself from the chair and quickened herself to pursue him. She was determined to leave her place, as tenacious as a weed.
But then she had been stopped.
Her plans have been ceased because of her intuition. But she remained unsure as to whether it was really her intuition, or merely whispers in her ears.
“…You’ll be dead alright if you don’t study… You’ve got only a few hours left… You know your teacher, indeed, and she’s someone with the capability to fail you…”
Because of those words the pacing of her heartbeat quickened, and doubtless she hastily dragged herself back onto her chair and tried to concentrate. At once she felt as if the crummy whispers in her head became stagnant in that they never left her ears anymore. She also felt as if they had become encouraging, purposefully boosting her up. In her mind undoubted speculations regarding how flat yet beautiful the voice was, at the same time familiar emerged. The voice was soothing and pale, reminding her of that which she tried to disregard desperately.
Shortly after a few whispers she felt her arms and legs getting complexly dumb, as if she could no longer gain the fortitude to move them. The aura was disturbing, and the mood was becoming sullen. She could feel sweat trickle on her face, where in due time her arms and legs almost lost its consciousness. They were becoming intricately twisted.
Hours passed, leaving her about a minute left to review.
“…Time’s up … Now it’s time to give up… It is better to accept your failure now than never…”
The words of whispers became more audible than it has been before, making her a bit more afraid.
“…You’ve got no more chance … You haven’t even finished half of your lessons yet…”
The words became solid, as though they were not whispers, but those which were uttered by a person who sat or stood directly beside her. That was the background, and that was what happened, and then –
She could feel his pale voice echoing in her ears, so close that she could almost hear him breathing. She felt the warmness of the young lad’s presence, as his lips intently leaned towards her ear. “Who are you?” her voice rattling in anxiety.
“You ask too many questions.”
The young girl remained staring, wordless.
“You have called my name yet again,” said his pale, yet exceedingly beautiful voice when she said nothing.
The young lad was seated so near her, and at once she found out what she had to find out.
