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ix.NIGHTS CHASE DAYS AND MOONLIGHT LEAVES WITH THE DAWN
(sonata key—you will fade)
I snapped out from my daze almost immediately, not wanting to appear more foolish than I already was to you. It seemed so easy to get lost in your eyes, the window to the soul. And I was dejected to learn that I see sorrow in your starry eyes, swimming past the constellations only to resurface again. I wanted to ask you why were you sad, but I'd be stupid enough when I already know the definite answer to it.
As much as I wanted to stand and stare at your face all day, which I could, I widened the door for you to enter.
"Don't say that." I looked at you as you came inside my place. Feeling the same supernova exploded in my stomach up to my throat, seeing you so broken.
"Today's Friday," you reminded me, complete with a crooked smile and those constellation-liked freckles. And your lustrous eyes, akin to a honeysuckle, alluring as I let them consumed me.
"I don't care," I whispered, closing the door as well as the proximity, the space between us seemed like an eternity but, I had to remind myself that you were close to me.
Up until now, I still couldn't give the answer I had been searching for. What was the reason for my attraction towards you? What had you done to lure my heart and made it beat with an ardent desire?
You. And only you, Felix Lee. You had watched me unfold right in front of your eyes and I let you.
After what seemed like a never-ending stare, I offered you a small smile, a slight lift, that might have looked too woeful even to you. "Breakfast?"
"Please, I'm famished." The once thick atmosphere was sliced with your dulcet laugh, lighthearted feelings of being lifted up to touch the cotton-candy clouds with sun rays streaming between them in watery shafts of gold.
I led you deeper into my abode, the only other person I had allowed inside other than my homeschool teacher. My house was a very personal part of my life, I couldn't recall the time I ever let someone, let alone a stranger, come inside my house.
But you're not a stranger, are you?
Because whenever I'm with you, I couldn't shake this feeling of nostalgia. Of being torn between reminiscence and a foreign urge for the estranged and peculiar. But I couldn't deny that somehow I often felt homesick to something akin unfamiliar, yet familiar at the same time, to a home I had never known.
It felt so tragic albeit, pleasant. It was so clear that the heart wanted what it wanted and I let it.
Once arriving at my kitchen, I immediately prepared another set of plate for you, an uninvited yet wanted guest. I turned the stove once again and started to make more pancakes with your strong aura in the background.
I could feel your sets of eyes blazing at the back of my head and I couldn't help the goosebumps and shiver down my spine that followed. It felt like I had been here before, the familiar feeling of having your presence haunting this place. I was caught between a dream and a movie scene.
When I finished, I turned off the stove and placed the still lukewarm pancakes on your plate. I made my way towards you, somehow my hands were getting clammy just by the sight of you. It was like the first time I had met you at that park. My heart lurched, the heartstrings once again were being pulled in such vigorous way.
You looked so content when I arrived at you, situated on the chair opposite where I seated myself. I set your breakfast in front of you. "Add anything you want, I have Nutella, honey and whipped cream. Whichever suits your taste."
"Hmmm," your eyes inspected the sweets between us, your brows creased in contemplation and I found it funny that you looked so torn just to add topping to your pancakes. You suddenly looked up and I felt my heart stopped just by a millisecond. "Wow, this is hard. How about you?"
I was surprised when I heard a mellow laugh coming out of my mouth and was more shocked to find it sounded so genuine. "Well, I usually put Nutella on it but other time when I'm feeling venture enough I just mix it all up."
The corner of your lips lifted up and God if that wasn't the most ethereal and lovely thing I had ever witnessed, then I didn't know what was. I wanted to picture this, to planted this memory forever in my mind. The sight of you with that smirk and this ease and homey feels radiating from us. If this was a dream, then I would never want to wake up.
And I just wished that you had more time. If only.
[unedited]
hi, hello everybody:)
just wondering whether anyone is still reading this or not.. and if you're a silent reader please do show up so i can talk to you c:
this book is coming to an end and i'm honestly disappointed because this turned out to be a flop:(
but anyway I posted this fic because i enjoy writing and by sharing it i thought that maybe i can motivate any aspiring writer out there as well.. i mean at first i didn't even plan on posting this fic anyway hahaha
