After a tragic past, Claire Elric is left alone in this world to fight against her mind and screaming thoughts, especially after her best friend, Leo, decides not to remember her and start a new life in which she is just a girl who studies in the sa...
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The neighbour's smile, Conrad noticed, the insanity in his eyes was obvious but not the tree.
"What the hell is wrong with him? Is your neighbour crack?" He asked but I didn't answer for I couldn't.
The trunk, a pale brown colour with black veins stretching over of it. The fruits, they glowed like firefly—lighting up and then fading away. The leaves, silver stiff and heart-shaped with violet patches, somewhere light, somewhere dark. The birds had golden feathers with long tails hanging down the branches, their pastel colours mixed and different.
The words that left his mouth were just as scary as he repeated the words from the song that played in my head all the time. But this time, it had another verse added to it:
"...Those eyes of yours They will gleam Showing things you only dream The time has come and now you see How your Dreams become Reality.
By others, you may be called crazy But it's you who knows how it really seems Reality for you is hard to live For the only thing you do is give Your dreams will give you all you need Only when they become reality."
"What the hell," Conrad said strictly to himself.
His eyes shot towards me; astonishment glazed on them as he dragged me back into the house.
"Is this what you were talking about?"
I nodded, mostly because my tongue wasn't coordinating with me.
He slid his hand through his platinum blonde hair and huffed. "This is. . . unusual."
"You think!" I snapped. "All those stares and whispers I felt when I walked around school, them thinking I had gone mad or insane but only I knew what was really going here!" I pointed at my temple.
Wanted to laugh hysterically, I wasn't crazy, I wasn't that broken. But I didn't because I knew it would prove otherwise.
"Hey, relax. I know and I'm sorry. I should've thought that you needed help. But this . . . this is horrifyingly strange. And you've dreamt all of this? God, do you know why it's happening?"
I shook my head. I saw worry and tenderness glaze those melting steel eyes of his. It felt good as a strange feeling took over me... what was that strange feeling?
Hope—that someone would help me, listen to me, and finally, understand me.
Hope—that I would not fight alone.
Hope—for the best.
I directed my gaze to my neighbour and was surprised to see that he wasn't there anymore. Conrad followed my facial expressions for the same reason.
"Will you believe me if I tell you what I saw him watering?" I asked, silently pleading through my eyes.
He looked at me and considered but only for a moment when he nodded. "What did you see? Wait, in fact, let's go inside. Tell me everything."
So, I began from the start.
When it all started.
I told him, told him everything, like he had asked. From the day my mother died to the day Leo stopped recognising me till today.
It made me feel nauseous.
I had kept it inside of me for so long. Too long.
Conrad was silent, didn't say a single word—didn't say anything when I cried, when my voice cracked, when my breaths became uneven—he just sat there analysing everything.
I couldn't tell if he wanted to help or if he was just curious, but I wanted to let it out. Let it all out.
After I finished talking Conrad heaved in a deep breath.
"What should I do now?' was my question.
"what we do now is that, first, I want to get to know you, the real you, the you that hides inside of you, I want to get know the girl behind the mask. Bring her back and then..."
"And then...?"
"We find out what makes you more special than how much you already are."
