Persona

Marsha Djack

It's been almost two years since I've been a student at the Academy. For the most part, I chose to seal my lips and cast other people into the background simply to let me go through the motion less miserably. I couldn't believe it when brother told me he had me enrolled in a college but why did I even bother doubting his words?

There was no such thing as jokes or useless chatter with that person. Ans say all I want, once he said something, there's no way to reject or turn it around.

What I wanted to question, to know, was why did he suddenly decided to have me in a place where there were so many other people after all this time. He knew, among all other reasons, I disliked crowd when it wasn't me that decides to be with the crowd. He also knew that the dislike was bordering to loathing too.

So... why did he?

Despite all that, there was one boy that had managed to break free of his 'cast-into-background' situation. It was actually a bit of a shock when he suddenly talked to me like that that all I managed to do was stare at him, straight into his dark eyes. It was somewhere between dark brown to almost black. I couldn't decide which was it when he pulled back, looking slightly embarrassed. That simply made me noticed his short yet thick lashes framing his dark eyes. It was almost like a work of art that I itch to capture myself.

Maybe I shouldn't have stared him that hard. Even if his eyes seemed to hold so much mysteries in those two dark orbs. Much like that person.

Maybe that was what made me more conscious of him ever since. There were time when I almost —almost— mistook him to that person. It was unnerving, truth be told.

While my brother is my object of fascination, I would rather not have another person like him anywhere near me more than necessary. One was more than what I could handle.

But, oh well...

Not seeing him for two weeks made me want to see him again. It would be so much of a refreshment and warmth after this hellish coldness spent together with brother.

If only I do things girls my age did. Oh how I could save myself this brought-unto wrath from that person...