The Immortal Tales // c.h.

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I sauntered my way into my educational institute, on edge. The events that occured merely previous hours ago were near incomprehensible. I tremble at my idiotic state of being. I certainly was just having a dreadful day.

I walk through the halls, hugging my books close to my chest. With one hair tucked behind my ear and one ring on my right hand, I sighed gently.

"Hey! Hey! Leila, hold up!" I heard in the midst of the large crowd. At first small then louder.

"Hey. Leila." The voice caught up with me. I turned my head to see, Dylan. He was a rather good looking boy. I had a few classes with him, but other than that, I had never spoken to him.

"Hi, Dylan. What do I owe the pleasure?" a smile spread across my face and Dylan broke out into a laugh, a nervous one I could tell.

"I-I just wanted to um- t-to say hello. I mean it's stupid. I'm sorry." Dylan stuck his hands in his pockets, a crossed smile crowed his features. He was morbidly adorable.

"No, not even near half-witted. I am headed to the library for my unconstrained period, if you desire to extend your clock." I conjectured, Inviting Dylan along was an honorable thing, the library was where I would write my sins and change my soul page by page.

"O-okay, yeah. I would love to." He smiled, an unsure yet wonderful smile.

We promenades to the library an essentially deserted locality in Holland. Nevertheless, cherishing the underrated house of books was my unmitigated practice. When inhabitants are assimilating they entirely give false statements such as, "love to read." It wasn't true. It endured emulation for many. A "I'm more imaginative and artistic than you" emulation. I unequivocally adored the skill. Interpreting the words and to understand their underlying meaning. Not in the least have I met a person with the same thoughts on the matter as I.

We sat in two armchairs near the book shelves. Giving Dylan a gentle smile I say, "I um, I'm going for the literature, be right back..?" Dylan nodded his head, giving me a half-smile. I eyed Dylan gently as I was exiting the main floor and entering the maze of books. I just couldn't help it. I knew Dylan was staring at me. I liked to feel his stare.

I walked slowly through each hall of books and I imagined myself somewhere non exsistant. I find myself staring at a shelf that had the words Myths and Legends labeled on it. My fingers grazed the spines of the literature. I felt my finger pausing on a book that read, Vivi Ex Mortuis.

"Vivi Ex Mortuis?" I questioned aloud, I had never heard of these words and I didn't understand. This was frustrating because I understood almost everything, all the time.

"The living dead." a voice shuttered behind me, I spun around quickly and gasped.

The boy that had spoken to me moments before, smirked saintly at my bruised ego. His crisp skin was a tan color, only being sufficient enough to characterize it as light, smooth sand. His eyes. Although brown, they were not boring or unsettling. They held an essence that struck me with a distinguishable momentum. His brown hair lay in tiny curls on his head. His voice and overall perception allures me in an almost mystical way.

"E-Excuse me?" I choked out, still dazed from the way he snuck up on me at first encounter.

"Vivi Ex Mortuis. Meaning: the living dead. I studied Latin and many other languages." His pink lips curled into a venomous smile. It seemed familiar, but I was too emotionally hammered to have a thought about it.

"Well, thank you." I muttered, slightly confused as well as slightly agitated.

"Who are you?" My mind drifted to countless accusations and questions to beckon him with, but that was the question that I let escape. I had never seen him in school before and I knew everyone being in yearbook class, I've studied many students.

His smirk turned into a wide smile that showed his imbedded dimples and charm pooled from them.

"Leila, your phone was rin-" I turned around quickly to see Dylan standing there, holding my phone and awestruck, I suppose.

"Hey, are you okay?" Dylan asked before I turned around to be met with void. I had an abnormal feeling in my stomach. The boy was no longer standing merely feet away. He was just gone.

"I— don't know." I said, truthfully. I really didn't. Dylan's eyebrows were furrowed together and the beautiful smile that lasted upon his lips had vanished.

Dylan gripped my device before stomping away, the phone tumbled past his slacks and toward the floor boards.