~•Amara•~
Why did I even bother to drag myself out here when the class was supposed to be cancelled? The professor who had to take it, couldn't make it in time as her son's wife was going into labor. But she could have informed us a little earlier. I wouldn't have to leave my dorm room, and could have avoided running into the man who was the sole reason behind my current worries.
I was worried that he might start questioning me about the stunt I pulled on him yesterday, but he didn't. He didn't even bother to confront me about it, or even waved at me from the distance.
I should have been happy by this, but was this troubling me more than being confronted by him. I could bet that I would have turned a blind eye to the matter if it was someone else in his place. But what was with this unsettling feeling in my chest? Why was him treating me like thin air, bugged me so much?
'What was so different about him?'
The thought kept bugging my mind just like his carelessness was bugging something else, my heart. Contrary to the myths about demons having no soul and heart, I had both of them. Just like every other demon. If a creature or a being was born of darkness, it wouldn't necessarily deprive them from having a soul and heart. I wondered why humans tend to believe this.
"Hey, White Head! Pass me the ball." I heard his voice coming from across the football field, but decided to ignore him for now as I didn't want to have anything with him. But who knew that he could be persistent about getting things his way as I heard him shouting the nickname he had so lovingly given to me, once again.
"White Head? Are you deaf?" I saw him taking a couple of big steps in my direction from my peripheral vision.
'Hey dude! Can't you see that I am trying my best here to ignore you here?' I thought to myself, cursing my forgetfulness to take my headphones back from my roommate. Why did I have to give Dana my headphones when she asked me to borrow them for a day, and that was two days ago. She still hadn't returned them.
'White head! Seriously, dude?' What was with him referring to me with that title? I couldn't help but wonder what happened to the well-mannered gentleman from the previous day, or the day before that? Where did he disappeared to?
I tried my best to keep my focus on the notebook in my hand as I continued to rub the lead nib on the blank page. Sketching was one of the hobbies I had picked up throughout my life here on Earth. I loved to sketch everytime my thoughts were like an entangled ball of yarn. It helped me in thinking things through.
"Are you going to pass me the ball or not?" His annoying voice made its way into my ears once again.
'What is wrong with this man?' I thought to myself. 'Why can't he get the hint?'
"Hold on!" Given no choice, I had to shut my notebook close and walk down the stands to where the football was lying peacefully. I swear I was never coming back here to even relax let alone make myself feel any better.
I wanted to go to the library at first, but I needed to have some fresh air and a good place to sketch, so I decided to come here, thinking that it might be empty since there was no need for the team to practice after winning the game. And it was indeed empty when I came, but the peace of my mind only lasted for a couple of seconds before these men arrived.
Lost in my own thoughts, I stepped down the stands, taking one step at a time. With my usual bored expression, I picked up the football and raised it up in the air. Aiming it in the direction where he was standing not so patiently, I threw it.
And damn! Did I make a mistake! Too busy cursing the world in my mind, specifically him, I actually forgot to refrain myself from using too much of strength. Though it wasn't that much, I could still tell from his expressions that it wasn't too less either.
I saw him standing rooted to the ground as his eyes stared at the ball for a while before snapping in my direction. And what followed it, shook me somehow.
"Thanks, White Head." He smiled in my direction. Was I hallucinating? How did the man who clearly hated me just now, passed me a bright smile. Shrugging in response with the same expressions on my face, I walked back to where my notebook was waiting for me. But my calm expressions betrayed the storm which was raging inside me.
Why was having the nagging feeling in my heart that I gave myself away? His expressions clearly stated that it was the case.
"Damn it, Amara! You are so doomed." I muttered under my breath as I made my way back to my notebook and bag which was resting right next to it. Picking my belongings up, I walked down once again before heading out of the area with a hastened pace. Just like yesterday, I wanted to run away from him. And that was what I did.
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"What?" The grim looking face of the man who was clad in a black three piece suit, broke into a wide smile as he heard the caws of the black bird who was sitting on the armrest of his sofa chair.
"I knew that sooner or later she would give herself away to the man. She couldn't help it. Their souls are entangled for eternity. I am just looking forward to the night of blood moon, she's gonna need him then. That was the sole reason I sent her there. Nothing, but he can help her through that night but him." He spoke to the bird as he patted its head lightly.
"Now off you go." He muttered under his breath and saw the bird turn into black smoke before he disappeared from his sight.