It's been about two years since I had entered this place. I've met and experienced many things these past two years, the good and not so good stuff. However, even among the not-so-good things, one particular something stood out. Well, it's more accurate that it's a girl. But at the very moment, not even a shadow, much less a whisper could be heard nor found about the girl. What I could dig from others on her was only that she was very silent —some claimed she was mute— and that she was always in meticulously clean clothing and impeccably neat braids.
Not having any friends never seemed to bother her at all. And no one went out of their way to approach the lonely girl either.
It wasn't like I never tried to reach out to her. As a matter of fact, I oh-so-generously went out of my way to invite her to join me and my friends for lunch once. I never want to go through such humiliation of being stared down with no answer like that again though. Once was more than enough to last me a lifetime.
Although... her grey eyes were very beautiful. It was a daringly, piercingly, crystal clear grey eyes, surrounded by dark circles with twinkling stars scattered around the black moon.
... No, I'm no poet but it was just that pretty.
But even if it's to see that pretty, bright, bluish grey break-of-dawn sky again, I wouldn't want to face her straight on like that again. It was like she was stripping me naked to the bone.
Man, just thinking about it made me shiver.
Which was probably why when she didn't attend any of the class for two weeks straight, nobody even bothered to find out why. Not even a smallest hint of gossips. It was as if she was a ghost that everyone saw but chose to ignore and treated it as if it's invisible as it was supposed to be.
Not me though. I was curious. She wasn't the type to ever miss even the most boring of our class but she skipped two weeks of the best lecture we had.
I was extremely curious.
But I decided against my curiosity and did not let my questioning brain took over my action and instead just went through with my life like I usually did.
So why did I somehow ended up with more trouble than I'd bargained for?
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Persona
FantasyAll people carry a mask on them. Some use it as a front, some as a cover. At times it's to hide the hurt; Sometimes it's to cover scars. Pride, greed, pain, Kindness, courage, loyalty. There are all form of thing people want to hide from ever co...