THE MOMENT the rain stopped, the birds started flying. They were flying together with their friends, chirping and spreading their wings. They were having a very good time that they didn't notice the sturdy cage waiting for them. As soon as they knew it, their freedom had been stolen.
Selfish people stole those birds' happiness and freedom. Orlstein would call them Pro Crocsy. She had her own belief that those people who belong to the said group, they would turn into a crocodile after they died. Pro Crocsy was one of her countless groups which I didn't care to listen. I laughed when I realized what I was thinking. I remembered when I asked her which group do I belong and she answered Pro Crocsy. It took me years after I got it.
"Carthik! What ya doing?" his loud and high-pitched voice ruined the peaceful atmosphere. I was sitting behind the glass window and from here I could see his reflection. It was Neo.
"I don't have cash," I said without turning my head. "That unicorn costume you're wearing really cringes me. Why are you even wearing that? That's too girly for a man like you."
"Might as well that sunglasses of yours cringes me more! Dude, where's the sun?"
I didn't answer him instead I grabbed my one and only lighter and lit up my cigarette. It would be better if he'd not know the reason why. I turned around and had a better vision of him. People usually called him the look-alike of Harry Styles. I wanted to argue against them because it should be hair-like Harry Styles.
"Anyway, aren't you supposed to be out there in the market buying food for dinner?" he asked and took off his annoying costume.
"I'm about to."
I took the money on the table and left the house. It's not dark yet so people might not think I was crazy for wearing sunglasses in the evening. The market was a few blocks away from our apartment. The street was so busy preparing for the upcoming festival. Some people were asking for help, fixing their stalls, making designs and et cetera.
Someone who was wearing a black jacket bumped into me and that was really strong! I fell on the ground and stumbled on the rocky surface. Damn! My heart was beating like a drum roll when I noticed I wasn't wearing my sunglasses. Before I could wear it again, an old lady came to help me and our eyes met. Everything went blurry and in just a second I saw something. I held my head and covered my eyes. Even though I closed my eyes, I could see the black and white smoke being mixed together. An image appeared, a heart beating so fast and I could hear it. It got louder and louder until I couldn't bear it anymore.
"Are you okay, Mister?" she asked. She offered me her wrinkled hand but I pushed it away. It might sound rude but I knew what I was doing.
Nothing happened. I kept on saying those words. I immediately wore my sunglasses. Damn that person who bumped me! I clenched my fist out of frustration.
"Grandma! Grandma! Somebody help her!" a voice was screaming near us. I looked at the old woman who was now lying on the ground. People started to gather around and a woman who introduced herself as a professional nurse came closer to the old lady to check her. Her pulse perhaps.
"She's dead."
When I heard those words came from her mouth, I wasn't surprised. I knew this would happen. I didn't bother to interfere with those guys. This time, I should pay attention to my surroundings.
I was startled when somebody held my shoulders. It felt different like there was something in this person's hand. Cold. It's all I could say. I made sure I was wearing my sunglasses.
"What do you want?" I asked coldly. I didn't have time for this. I needed to buy food and get back in the apartment.
"She helped you yet you didn't even bother to go there and do something!" a girl wearing a jumper said. She looked like a teenager. Is she related to that lady that's why she's so concerned? I got to go, I still had things to do.
"She tried," I corrected. Couldn't they just leave me alone? As if I did something wrong to that lady! This girl was testing my temper. "And also, whether I did something or not, that would not change the fact that she's dead!"
Once our eyes met, I already knew her last words and everything. I wanted to tell her to clarify some things. I turned and walked away. I didn't care about what people might say about me or think about me.
If the ambulance arrived, she would still not make it. This wasn't new to me. I already took countless lives when I was still a kid and learned to avoid it by wearing something translucent. Nobody knew about this except for Orlstein who never came back after knowing.
People would call me rude because of how I acted earlier. I did it purposely so that they would avoid me. Fewer people to interact with, the fewer lives would be taken. Had I been cursed? Orlstein would say yes. I discovered this scary ability of mine when I was ten years old.
I wonder in which group did that lady belong? Pro-Dovnian? Orlstein would call it.
When I was on my way to our apartment, the street was no longer busy. Probably because of what happened earlier. Were all of those guys friends?
"After centuries of waiting, you're finally home," Neo announced as soon as I entered the apartment. He's no longer wearing his unicorn costume and thankfully he's not. "I almost called the police because I was thinking you were kidnapped. Knowing you, you're too innocent in terms of the outside world."
"There were many people in the market. Festival's coming, remember?" I lied. I wanted to tell him, I was not that innocent, calling me criminal would be perfect.
"If you say so. Anyway, Auren will be celebrating the festival with us!" he gladly said. Who's not going to be happy if your girlfriend whom you hadn't seen for months would be celebrating the festival with you? They had been together for five years and still counting.
"That's great," I tried my best to act as if I was excited. I was not. I didn't want her to come especially that I was here with Neo.
"I'm planning on proposing to her. I have a job, house, car, and I have grown better."
He had a house but still lived in my place. He said he's not used to be alone. Well, I was used to.
"I'll support you, dude."
Finally, alone and more privacy. Mom and dad were going to be proud of him. They were always proud of him though. Were they proud of me too? I laughed. Of course, they're not.
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Special thanks to my friend "chubby" (dunno what's her wp name) for making the cover! Also to the whole "squad" for helping me. Hundreds of love for you guys. ♡♡♡♡♡
*hugs chuu*
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Adventure"As soon as our eyes met, prepare your last words and everything else" Carthik Martel thought his eyes were cursed and his best friend, Orlstein Gagnon, knew about it and never came back. No one else did. Until one day, an incident happened which re...
