"Broken Promise"
Chanyeol decided that nothing in this world could ever be as strong and as striking as Krystal's stare. She had looked at him as if he was the only person in the whole place. It had confused him to no end that she could do that, when in fact, she had ignored all his efforts years ago. She was staring right into his eyes as if trying to read his every thought, his feelings… and all the sensations elicited from his soul. He had never felt his heart beat this loud that he could even swear that he could hear it amongst the noise of the Great Hall. He felt himself suddenly breathing deeply as he stared at her.
It almost hurt to breathe for he just couldn't get enough air as she stared back, just as fiercely. His heart seemed to have doubled its labour as it compensated on the sudden rush of blood rushing on his system. She was staring straight into his eyes like… like she had missed him. It left him confounded and gobsmacked that all these years, she was the one who had ignored him and had forgotten about him but when she had entered the hall, it was as if he was the one she had intended to find among this large crowd at the first place.
She even looked a bit hurt when her eyes had lingered on his hand which was still resting on Hara's shoulder. All of a sudden, it felt as if the great hall was deserted; like they were on an empty stage with nothing but the both of them as the artists and spectators at the same time. He suddenly had the urge to take his hand off of Hara and jump his way towards Krystal. The problem was that he couldn't even move anymore. He was helplessly swallowed by a huge black hole that was her stare. He frankly couldn't understand the emotions lingering in those beautiful honey coloured orbs, but he just couldn't look away. It was as if he wanted to uncover them but also let them keep the secrets they owned because the mystery astounded him to no end that it had become too beautiful to let go.
He just couldn't look away and he didn't care if he was becoming too obvious to anyone else in the room, anymore. She was already too obvious to him as he was to her, so why the hell care about others as well? Their stares lasted for the whole welcoming feast celebration, only broken by occasional conversations from both their schoolmates and Hara's suddenly endless questions about things she wasn't even interested in before.
When Chanyeol saw Krystal taking a scone and placing it delicately on her plate, he doubled his own servings on his plate without breaking their eye contact. She smiled a little when she saw what he did; making Chanyeol smirk at the fact that she still remembered what they used to do before.
It was like a game. Chanyeol knew he was venturing on dangerous territories again.
He damn well knew it was twisted. He knew that he was just placing himself in that state of vulnerability that he never wanted to get back again. Maybe he really hadn't gotten over her no matter how he tried. Maybe he really had this sick obsession with his childhood crush. Maybe… But he just couldn't stop. Because he liked it too much.
"Stal?" Krystal looked up from fixing her clothes to see her friend, Fleur Delacour, peeking inside her space within the Beauxbatons' pastel blue coach that was to be their home for the next few months. Fleur was a model student and was highly respected by all her fellow Beauxbatons schoolmates. She was even the most preferred student of the headmistress to play on the Triwizard tournament. Besides her popularity and status as a seventh year, however, she was very close with Krystal even if she was years younger than she was.
Like Fleur, Krystal was a dedicated student. They were both very outspoken and very much involved with social and public issues, especially regarding on the welfare of their school. They had even become friends through an inter-level debate competition in their school. It was composed of representatives taken from each level; from third year to seventh year. It had been a tough contest, but in the end, Krystal had taken the price.
