Averus' Devotion

[A novel served in a form of narrative poem; abcdabc (some of the chapters)]

Regardless of to whom people bestow their affection on; a childhood friend, neighbor, classmate, colleague, or even a pass-by stranger, a spark of love grows in a different way for Claire.

An old light blue earphone on her ears vibrates Averus' deep mellifluous voice whose delicate pair of sparkling light brown eyes are reflecting a light. With his light golden brown hair beautifully swept back decorates his soft smile wonderfully in his profile picture. Her heart skipped a beat. The edges of her sealed lips lifted, creating a small smile on her face.

A strangely familiar emotion suppresses her left chest. "Could it be...?" Her inner voice asked herself.

Meanwhile, from the other side of the call, "Do you have any questions?" With his soothing calm voice, he asked.

Hundreds of thoughts about how to respond flood her mind. Her lips are opened but fail to utter a single word. Second by second is filled with nothing but silence from both sides of the call. Until his soft breath made a gentle vibration in her earphone. "... I take that as a no, then. If you have any questions, let me know. I will gladly explain things to you again." No sound is delivered to him. "...okay."

Not wanting to end the call with the awkward shyness she was feeling, she gathered her confidence together. Although she knows her microphone was on from the start, she shamelessly asks, "How do you turn on the microphone?"

That one small white lie question started it all.