The Universal Truth (Imperial Affliction Fanfic)

Chapter 2- Beauty is Only a Facade

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Chapter 2- Beauty is Only a Facade

I gazed at the dark haired boy with the blue eyes, and has a masculine built almost to big for the black shirt he is wearing. I don't often compliment someone for their appearance, but he was an exception. He was handsome. The features of his face was astounding. His blue eyes held more color in them the the bluest sky. His body looks like he has been to the gym all his life. Well, he must have. After all he is a swimmer. 

Regardless of his manly characteristics, his aura makes me think that he is a rebellious teenager. And I was right. The moment I said hello to him, he brushed me off and continued to enter his house. Mrs. Palund, being who she was, ran after him and ordered him to make sorry to me. It was almost amusing if it wasn’t so sad. 

He’s perhaps the tenth person who have turned me away for no reason whatsoever. I guess I should be used to it by now, but he was the only person  I praised before, so of course I was disappointed when he just pretended I wasn’t even there. Like I didn’t exist. 

I sprinted all the way to my room. By the time I got there, I was panting like I ran five miles in under ten minutes. My heart was palpitating, and my lips were turning purple by the second. I laid down in my bed and let myself relax. Soon enough, my heart was going back to its normal rate. That was close. Too close. I cannot let myself be careless of things like that again. I did not want to go just because someone had upset me. 

For now I must relax. I grabbed my paints, and hung my canvas against the wall. I dipped my brush on the black paint, and started stroking the piece. After a while, my parents knocked on my door, asking me if I would let them in. They knew that if they just barged in and cooed me, I’ve be more depressed, so they always ask to come in. 

However, I did not want their comfort right now. I needed to be alone, and sort out problems for myself. For the next hour, I continued painting a picture of a woman. I do not know her, but I saw her in a movie once. She was beautiful, and everyone admired her. I envied her, but I started to think if she was truly happy or if it’s all just an act. An act to appease everyone she knew. 

I admired her, but only what she portrayed to be. Like Harper Lee said, you don’t really know a person unless you walk in their shoe and live their life. I put down my paint set on my tree-painted table, and sat on my soft, white bed. I imagined myself as Matthew.

I imagined myself leaving the town that I loved, and going somewhere else. Somewhere foreign. I imagined leaving all my friends, and going away for a long time. Maybe even forever. It was a sad though, but it was the truth. Sooner or later we all leave everyone and everything behind.

At that moment, I felt empathy for Matthew. It must be hard for him to grasp the concept that the world is like a shooting star. You make a wish, expecting for it to come true. But in reality, it’s just a ball of gas passing through our solar system. It’s a great thing to have hope, but hope derives itself from the truth. And the truth is that not everything goes your way, and sometimes you just have to accept it. I learned that truth a long time ago. Perhaps Matthew learned it today.

I finally exited my room, and went to our huge kitchen. And there he was. The boy who is ignorant of the truth. I grit my teeth, and grab a carrot for Ruru. I head towards Matthew’s way, and look at him. I find it amusing that he was confused. I wave the carrots in front of him, but that only seemed to make him more bewildered. The corner of my lips turn up as I see him scratch his head.

I finally tell him, “Ruru. I need to feed my hamster. You’re right in front of her.”

“Oh, sorry.” he staggers and moves apart, so that I could go to Ruru.

I smile warmly at my hamster. She is so warm, and fuzzy. She is very small, and has a brown, and white fur all over her body. Ruru eagerly grabs the piece of carrot out of my small, petite hands. She starts nibbling on it, in a counter clockwise manner. I caress her back, and prepare myself to talk to Matthew.

When I turn towards him, I see Matthew staring at me. I pondered what he was thinking about. He’s looking at me, straight through my well-rounded, green eyes. I, on the other hand, tried to divert my eyes elsewhere, but could not find to tear myself away from his beautiful face. Careful, Anna, beauty is only a facade. 

“Hello, my name is Matthew.” he outstretched his hand towards me. 

Reluctantly, I took his large hand and shook it. 

“Hi, Annie.”

For a while, not one of us said anything. We just stood there awkwardly. My eyes bounced back and forth between him, and furnitures in my house. Thankfully, my parents and Mr. and Mrs. Palund enters the living room. Matthew heaved a heavy breath, as if he was burdened by me. I started twidling my thumbs, as I often do when I’m in uncomfortable situations. Mrs. Palund broke the ice, and made small talk with the both of us. Somewhere in our conversation, my mom had arranged a movie with Matthew. 

Matthew and I tried to give excuses, but our parents insisted on it. In the end, they won the battle, and we agreed to go the movies together.

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