Feathers Of A Bird

Chapter : Four

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January, 2019

"Mom! I'm going out for a walk."
I wailed.

"15 push-ups if you don't be back before sunset."
She said back.

"Fine! You take the chances as I can't do push-ups! That's kinda mean, you know!"
I laughed. And heard her laughing as well.

I whimpered while putting my shoes on,
"She's got to be in a good mood today!"

My mom talking with me this cheerfully became one of the rarest things in my life, ever since my dad left.
And I never got the chance to know why she did that.

Every single time I used to bring this topic up, she would avoid it right away. She used to behave as if it's a sin to talk about this.

Leaving these thoughts at home, I stepped outside.

And for the first time, I had a feeling that something was going to happen.

However, I told myself,
"Bullshit. Get going already!"

So the feeling was left alone at the entrance of our house as well as the thoughts.

I remember that day so well. It was sunny that day. The sun wasn't that bright, but enough for me to stay at home. For some reason, I didn't like going out in the sun.

I had no idea where I wanted to go, but I left the house.

Staying in Liverpool seemed great to me for this one reason - the streets were honestly relaxing to walk around. And particularly, when the weather was moody.

To me, it seemed like on a gloomy, cloudy day the clouds fought with the sun and eventually the cloud won!

And as the sun won that day, I wasn't supposed to be coming out. But I did.

And surprisingly, I never found the reason.
Perhaps, the loneliness was suffocating me. That's why I chose to have the company of the sun for a while, I guess.

And it was the greatest decision I've ever made in my entire life. Cause I met him that day.

Walking a distance of about 10 minutes from our house, I noticed a guy, with blonde hair, white skin and a mask on with black hoodie and jeans.

He was standing a few steps away from me.

As I was walking past him, our eyes suddenly met as if he was waiting for me. And I saw his eyes. They were incredibly green. I had never seen anybody with green eyes before. And it felt like, for one moment, I was enchanted by the charm of those eyes.

Well, I was never that type of person to run after a boy, especially the ones I literally have no idea about. So, I strode ahead of him hastily.

I finally decided to go to the library near us.

On my way, suddenly a cold breeze hit me. I looked up at the sky and saw that it was getting darker.

I said in my mind,
"Whoa! The weather is even supporting me now! Perfect!"

Then, I realized that my hairpin fell down with the breeze.

I instantly looked back, at the pavement, and luckily it was there. It was given by my dad. To me, it didn't matter that he left us. After all, he was my father! That's what mattered. It wasn't even like he passed over us, he used to come about 5 times per week to see me.

I reached out for the pin and picked it. I got up, looked in front of me and suddenly froze.

That guy earlier was standing right in front of me. Only this time with the mask off. I saw his face.

I looked away immediately and started walking faster.

"It doesn't feel right."
I whispered.

I continued to walk. This time, faster.

Ultimately, I reached the library. I felt relieved for a few moments.

And right on the moment, I stepped in, I felt like I was being followed.