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He deleted her chat. The boy doesn’t feel better just yet, but nevertheless it was time for school. On the way, he could feel the darkness he radiates.
.
When he reached the class, the friend approached him.
“Hey. Are you okay? You look a mess.”
The boy replied softly, “Yeah…”
“I told you not to take it to heart”
“I can’t help it alright?”
“You’ll get better with time”
“I hope”
2019.
The boy appears to be a new student in this school
“Finally, a new start”
He enters his new class. He looks around at the strange faces. Abruptly, one face caught his eye. It was Her. She sat at a desk in front of the teacher’s desk, scrolling through her phone. Her dark brown hair was tied in a ponytail. It greatly contrasts the fair shade of her skin. The boy noticed her eyes as she turned towards him. Her dark eyes were of a mesmerising jet black and, like a true blackhole, reeled him in. The moment was almost poetic. He stood there, immobile.
The angelic voice sang, “Hi!”
The boy replied, with a quivering voice, “Oh! Erm… hey…”
To his ears, she was singing every syllable.
She was staring at him, obviously wondering why he was rooted to the ground. He swiftly sat himself down on a desk. Unfortunately it was nowhere near her.
The memory fades off into blackness.
The boy is back home, in the present. He wonders to himself
The boy asks himself, out loud, “Why do people fall in love? Why do people want their heart to be stolen, just for it to be broken? What did I expect when I went into the cave with no preparations and tools”
The boy sinks his head into his knees. He then sinks it further.
“God help the poor soul that was fooled by love”
He is running late. He looks at his phone, which states that the time was 7:02am, March 24th, 2022. He knows what he has to do. He's torn, yet he knows it must be done.
The boy picks up his papers, steeled to the task. As he opens the door, he stops short. It is quiet. The boy walks in, the air stale and cool.
The boy stares at the girl that is sitting across the table, sleeping. She looks sweet, so innocent, so unaware. But she's not innocent. She doesn't know how much pain she causes others. Especially him.
He remembers the moment of their first conversation. Just last year. His mouth was talking to the ear and the ear was listening, as if it was against his own nature to not listen. It was terribly hard for the boy to believe that this was happening, but it was standing before him and he wanted to believe that he had a chance.
They talked and talked for hours on end. They talked about many things, but they never got anywhere. But the boy didn’t know it then. He was happy.
But now he wasn’t happy. He seeks to fix that. He is in this room for one purpose, and one purpose only. He is here to fix the things he broke. He put his bag down, and stood up to walk towards her…
“Stop”
He heard a voice. The dreaded voice. The boy froze.
“Don’t do it”
It was back.
The boy recoiled in shock.
“Why are you back?” the boy screamed, but produced not a sound.
“To stop you. What are you doing?” The Voice replied. It sounds deeper, more intimidating.
“I’m going to fix your mistake! Go away! You shouldn’t be here!” The boy stood, rooted to the ground in front of his table, with fear and anger.
“I told you, I'm part of you. How can you remove your own head?”
“I don’t need you! Leave me alone!”
“Look, let me jus-“
The Voice was cut off by the shrieks of the school bell, like the cries of an exorcist. It was too late now - her friends were there.
The boy returns to his seat, sweating and breathing heavily.
To be continued