elements.

three

Trinity. What the heck does that even mean anyway? It was the three hearts sign in Kingdom Hearts, but mum didn't know that. Trinity. Like from Matrix? I don't think mum watched that film either. She said something like, "Bloody sci-fi movies, you don't even get what is going on." Which was completely untrue. I loved the film.

I loved the way Trinity and Neo loved each other. I loved the sentinels. I loved it all. But I'm not like Trinity. I may have her name, but I am not her. I am a fragment of her, in which that fragment is her name and how much she loved Neo. I loved Ryan a lot. Too much.

I was lovesick. Lovesick with a boy whom had indirectly shown pure Water and Air to me. I am destruction. One who messes things up. One who can break a loved one. One who can kill off all the happiness in a room. My friends weren't completely destruction. They were either Fire or Earth, never both.

Then there's Luke. A boy who's shown signs of Water and Earth, and had an aura as if he was so much more than the elements, that he was in the numbers.

Zero and Infinity. It was funny. I only noticed him when he started talking to me that day.

"Hey, Trinity," he flashed a smile, causing me to stop breathing for a precious second.

"Hey, Luke," I replied, trying desperately to cover all emotions on my face. His smile widened into a huge grin, showing off his pearly whites.

"You remembered my name," he breathed out, chuckling slightly as I tilted my head to the side and frowned.

"We were in the same class an hour ago," I told him. "Why would you think I would forget your name?"

"Because of that dumbstruck look you had on your face when I asked for your help?" he said suggestively. "Or were you just playing dumb so I could initiate a conversation with you? I don't mind. I know I'm charming."

"More like conceited," I muttered, looking down at my notes.

"What was that?" he asked, moving closer to me. "Did you say was conceited?"

Before I could reply, the teacher stood up and said, "Mr Hemmings, may I ask what exactly are you doing to Trinity?"

"Just asking her a question about Victorian maids, sir!" Luke replied cheerfully. I swear I could've heard all the females let out a contented sigh as they heard his voice.

Not being judgmental or anything. I admit I did let one out myself, internally.

I couldn't do it out loud. Not after a week's worth of realization had sunk in. I couldn't move on to like Luke Hemmings.

Well, not yet, at least.