Gifted

Do it .

For me .

There's not an incident in history where Valentine's Day has people being hunted . Unless Romeo and Juliet counts , but that was not by chance. By choice .

For me , it involved dragging my one and only into something he would have asked me to .

Kappa no kawa nagare , he said to me .

I stare at his face as I go under . When I remembered everything as I drag him to the water .

I remember .

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No one in Schmidt High would remember what I did. The day when James Parker came . The new golden boy and toy then .

I mean you see a attractive thing , live in it's beauty like a veil and then you forget them for the moment . But time to time , as you see them you will be reminded of who and what they are . The value might decrease , and finally forgotten in he midst of another's beauty . It's that simple .

But I have not seen anyone like James . He stayed forever . In first sight . And I didn't mind .

Brown hair , blue eyes . Like me . But more chiseled , defined , angular and sharp . Things seemed to clear as he walked through the cafeteria as people whispered the usual subtleties - new kid , broad and good looking , how he was a potential date for the upcoming Valentine's Day Dance the next week etc. I didn't look at those . I looked at his hands .

They seemed to glisten , as if dew drops settled on them and didn't disappear . His eyes wandered to find an empty seat , the blue colour shifting as it hit each light angle like the waves of a raging ocean . They came to me .

Seemingly unusual his eyes narrowed ,the pupils  slitting as they came in contact with recognition . It's almost like I could read his mind .

Here ?
No.

He looked around , nervousness causing him to reassure himself mentally . Started walking calmly to me . I stared as he smiled , sliding to his seat .

"Hey . "

"Hey."

"New here . " His hands still shined as he went to push his  hair back .

"Figures . What's the reason ? "

You don't wanna know . 

"Uh ..... Transfer . Dad works in this huge ass multinational company . So I have been going like around the world for eighty days , you see. " He jokes .

"Okay." I fiddle with my fork . I'm too straightforward , usually off . But this time , I really wanted to speak to him in every manner that mattered .

"Lucas. Lucas Emerson ."

"Oh , Lucas . " He says as if he relishes it and familiar. "James."

"James ? "

"James Parker."

I gave a smile , and being returned back . But there was something going wrong , his gratitude masking his intimate fear .

He doesn't know . Doesn't know he is one .
Will they take him too ?
Why doesn't he ?

Why doesn't he what ?

But he's gone before that .

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Days later

The restroom is scrawled with etchings of past rage and anger into something inanimate . I stare at them , trying to find out what was going through their heads when I get distracted .