𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐀 ➵ HARRY/ ZAYN

𝐈 ━━ Viridity

𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐄𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆, my eyes keep rolling back and forth across the starless sky. The room, although no longer mine, was not what I was used to. It was small, a single bed hanging out in the middle of the room. There was a large pile of book that seriously needed to be packed. I liked it, it actually looked like a proper furniture, which is good in a way: the room had not a lot. The windows were poorly trimmed, without any artifice. I had, in the past, put curtains, just to give a little life to the room which was remarkably cold. What shocked me the most was that it would soon be in the same state I saw it for the first time. All these months of living in it - decorating it, giving a little part of my soul in every corner - will have been for nothing.

Wouldn't it be the same with us? I mean, humans. The creatures that inhabit this world. We meet someone, it's called socializing, we give it parts of our soul, sometimes not enough, and others without measurements. And, it always ends the same way, one day or another. The person finds itself as we left it. All those moments which only served to embellish a deceptive spirit.

So I take a vinyl, Rumours by Fleetwod Mac, one of my favorites. Despite the early hour of the day, I didn't care to wake people up. In fact, I was afraid of waking up someone, but for my last day in this room, I wanted to have at least a bit of fun.

I decide to pack my room, in order to catch the last traces of my coming here. Everything must disappear. This is what I hope. I wanted my coming to be non-existent in the eyes of the people who will live here later. So I wanted to return the room to its original state, but after thinking about it I wanted to leave something, an impersonal effect that would indicate someone's stay. Who would know who came here? No one.

While the music was in full swing, I put all my things away so that they all fit in a single bag. The effect that was going to stay here, like an old artifact - although I'm just a 17 year old French student - happened to be a stuffed fish. Yeah, weird, I know.

I finally walk out the door, a nonchalant look on my face. I sketch a small smile towards my room, winking at my fish. I take a deep breath, reassuring myself as I often do. I was told my new double room was on the top floor which is a change from the dorm on the first floor where I used to sleep.

I wander the sleepy hallways of the school, stopping to walk in places that seem too quiet. The more I walk, the more the rhythm of my heart accelerates, as if dreading a loop. I do the unexpected: I stop suddenly, lying down on the ground. The stone is cold and dry, but it doesn't stop me. I contemplate for the second time on the day a ceiling, different from the first, diverge from the next. I always liked it; gazing at the ceilings, the skies, the stars which are sometimes invisible or too bright for our eyes.

"Mon ange," said a soft, tender voice in a honeyed sound.

"Maman?" I said, looking at her with my little eyes. I was lying on her thighs, staring at the sky while chewing my small lips with my baby teeth. I looked up to see her bright reassuring smile. She placed her hand over my nascent blonde curls, rubbing it.

"You know, Céleste, I'll give you some advice, mon amour."

I let out a small laugh, waiting for her to tell me her recommendation. She took my face and stroked my cold rosy cheeks. This made me notice the flakes that were all around us. Soon a snowflake was on the tip of my nose. I squinted to get a better point of view. My mom rubbed my nose and laughed, finally deciding to speak. "My love. I know how much you admire the stars and its structures. How it works. It impresses me. You are only six years old, mon ange. And that's what scares me." she stated. My smile faded, not really understanding where the conversation was going to.