La Mort De La Fleur

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Is there such thing as best friendship-at-first-sight?

If there is one, I'm experiencing it right now.

It has only been months, but Tyler and I became best buds, we're like inseparable twins. We have the same likes and dislikes, the same beauty creams (yes, we used beauty creams for one goal : cleanliness of our face.), and also we have the same taste in clothes and girls.

But no, I don't like shopping clothes.

"See this?" He shoved a black turtle neck and a white jeans in my arms. "Wear it. And oh," he put a gold-colored sneakers. "It matches your eyes."

We're taking a walk inside a two-floor botique called Unirau, and their prices are actually expensive. A simple shirt costs a lot of bucks, but Tyler love the shop.

"Come on, my treat," I raised my eyebrow at him. He knows that I don't like freebies.

"Okay, fine. You're going to pick clothes for me later, is that okay?" I nodded and went in to the fitting room.

We went to a college campus tour, since after we graduate as a 12th year student, we're going to pick a college university, including ours. Reiss University is called the biggest school for a reason, you know. They have fancy restaurants, malls, apartments and condos, and even a government for the school. Yes, it's still called "Reiss Universtiy" not "Reiss city".

I looked myself in the mirror. my dark hair shine under the lights, my golden eyes glittered in my glowing pale skin. My face has its usual blank stare. I unconsiously run my fingers through my arm. When I felt the runes that burned my flesh from the last months, it was still bleeding. Now all I can feel are scars.

The dream becomes blurry everyday that passed. My mind was slowly adapting that it wasn't real, and the scars doesn't exist in my arm. Most of the time I forgot that I have a scar in my arm, and it seems everyone around me isn't noticing the scar either.

My mind went to reality when I heard someone moved the fitting room curtain. I screamed like a girl when Tyler went in, curtains unclosed. "You look so cute, Seann!!"

"I am f*cking naked, man!" I shouted at him.

"Slightly naked." He corrected. "You still have your boxers."

"Get out, please."

"Nah, I'll change with you." He showed me his clothes.

I sighed. "Fine, fine. Come in." I heard some girls giggled with excitement.

We both changed our outfits. Tyler wore a black denim shorts and a pastel yellow polo shirt to match  his pale blonde hair, a white sweater with two emerald stripes sewn from his shoulder blades to his wrists over his polo, and a white-and-green  sneakers to match his sweaters. the colors matches his body features.

We opened the fitting curtain.

Our faces cried in silent horror when we saw hundreds of girls that covered half of the 2nd floor, waiting for us to open the curtains.

"oh no," Tyler shuddered, " we should've used our money for face transplants."

We slowly closed the curtains and quickly changed back to our uniforms. The store becomes noisy and it feels like there's war outside.When we opened again the curtains, the girls are gone, and the guards seems tired.