Sunshine in the Darkness

Part One || Present

"Who would've thought that you, of all people, would be here?" His stringy silver hair whipped in circles, his sapphire blue eyes peering at her. The bottom of his jet-black trench coat jerked left and right, just like his scarf.

"I know why I'm here. What about you?" She asked. Her deep green eyes glared at him. Intimidated, he shifted back and forth. Her crimson jacket was tied around her legs, and a pencil stood out of her backpack.

I don't need to explain myself to you. "I'm here with friends." He looked at her with a petty smile. "Unlike some people." He said coldly. Acting cold wasn't his forte, but around her it was easy. He resisted the urge to grab the pencil.

"Oh, really? Where are those friends you speak of?" She looked at him with daggers in her eyes, when a small smirk started to tug from the corner of her mouth. She had noticed him staring at her pencil.

"Ah, they just wanted to leave early. I wanted to stay for the view, just a bit longer." A bittersweet smile appeared on his face. He tilted his face.

"Mmm? What's the name of your friends?" He slowly started to walk towards her, acting if he was reaching for his bag. He quickly jumped over the bag, reaching for the pencil. She dodged the grab, causing him to grab air and fall to the ground in disgrace.

"What was that? If you want it so badly, you should've earned it." She took the pencil and rubbed it in his face, as he attempted to grab it. She stuffed it back inside and watched him get back up, brushing the dirt off his blinding white pants. Brown stains appeared on it. He took his trench coat off, revealing a light gray hoodie.

"So... it really is The Crysar. I thought you were holding one of the fake ones they sent out." He shrugged and stayed still, waiting for her to stop glaring at him. She knew he wasn't to be trusted, but why did she still trust him?

"How'd you know it's The Crysar? Only certain people know the person who carries it, and maybe I'm not that person." She took out a water bottle and took a small sip from it. He began to explain.

"Mmm... I can tell it's The Crysar. It not only has the ancient writing of our people on it, but it also has the diamond-encrusted tip. The counterfeit ones I've seen are just plain old lead. And plus, I know you couldn't have afforded the diamonds."

"Alright, alright. I do have The Crysar." She said, a small frown appearing on her face. I miss his stupid self. "What's with the get up anyway?" Why am I going down this rabbit hole again?

"What's your problem? I can wear what I wish. As for The Crysar... can I have it?" He gave a half-smile and she frowned, turning around to look inside her bag. She pulled at out a fake diamond pen and threw it at him.

"C'mon. The real one." He started to get impatient.

"Hmm? That is the real one. Bye." She started to walk away before he grabbed her arm. She kept still, and he lifted his head up.

"I'll see you soon. Bye." She couldn't breathe. It wasn't like this in the past. He never stopped her just to say Bye. 

He let go of her and she began to walk away. She paused for a moment and listened to his feet stepping on the grass, walking farther and farther away.