A little far beside the Academy was a simple, peaceful, and isolated garden. Colorful and profuse kinds of flowers bloomed in beauty like there's no tomorrow as they encircled a mature Oak tree. None of the students had access to such a wonderful place for this garden was created out of love.
Painful moans and punches then elapses, ruining the sole purpose of this place.
Omri fell to the ground and wiped the blood from his bleeding lips. He expected this, most especially from him. He was invited by Hayden for a short talk but without even a word from both of their lips, a fight suddenly started.
He looked up only to meet his piercing azure eyes, Hayden. His face was full of loathing as his aura was getting serious at by the second. It has been five minutes now since his assault but he still did not muster up his strength to fight back. It was unnecessary, after all.
"You shouldn't have done that Omri." Hayden madly spat, pulled Omri's neck-hem, and instantly blew another punch on his face.
"You should have just stopped long ago and just let her rest in peace but you didn't, you traitor!" Hayden swung his hand with force and landed another punch, making Omri squeak in pain.
Omri knew why, the source of Hayden's rage, and the source of his hatred to him. He knew it, that he doesn't have a reason to fight back. That he deserved this treatment, most especially from Hayden, his old friend. As he was being dragged by Hayden, Omri met his ridiculous wide eyes full of anger and wrath just near his face.
"It was you, it's your treacherous act that led her to lose her life. OMRI! And you even have the guts to bring her back!? You're kidding me, right?" Hayden yelled with anger. "And, how about the 'promise', you did what she told you without hesitation, how are you going to face her now?"
He clenched Omri's neck-hem, but for a moment his eyes softened when he realized how bruised Omri's face was for a bunch of purplish bumps, cracked lips, and black eyes were what he saw. A little conscience then bothered him but he knew he had already bruised their friendship, a long time ago, there's no room for concern anymore.
He pushed Omri to the ground and slowly sat on the grassy ground, under the oak tree. Exhausted, he rested his head on the trunk as he watched Omri sat on the ground, facing the same scenery he's currently watching.
Regardless of what just happened, the flowers never failed to silently smile and bloom in beauty. It was a beautiful and painful sight.
Just like her.
A surge of feral wind collided with their silence. Its coldness embraced their sweaty skin as it doled out its sturdy calmness, thankfully, it reached their very hearts. Hayden took a deep breath, planning to break that silence.
"It will hurt her, you know." He coldly uttered without leaving his gaze from the dancing flowers in front of them. When the wind has ceased and with a sad tone, Omri replied.
"I know," He lifted his right hand to his face and started to heal his painful wounds. White glow enveloped his right hand as his bruises miraculously vanished, recovering his pale and flawless skin.
Even witnessing this fight would hurt her and the fact that this place was supposedly Yuna's sanctuary made the situation worse. She would never be at peace or even forgive them.
Omri stood up and decided to leave the garden as he reminisced the day 'Yuna' was resurrected. To be honest, that was also the day he decided to let her go, to finally lay her in peace. Those that fell from his embrace that day were the things he's about to use to bury her but he never did he thought how things could change in just a minute.
Maybe right now, the Fates were laughing at him, laughing at how they proved him wrong but no, they don't exist in his perspective.
Indeed, he has finally got used to the fact that Yuna's not beside him anymore. For his heart right now was growing beautifully like these flowers he just passed by as it was being showered gently by the new love that he managed to find ever since 'she' died.
He got used to it,---or so he thought.
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"Geez," Dale frowned hard as he sat on a seat with an upset expression. The thought of how Zyair has been stealing his teacher's attention away from him annoyed him so much.
"My teacher is not gay obviously, so maybe Zyair is. Hmph, I should not let him get any closer to my teacher." He mumbled and pouted as he glanced at where the two has been having their conversation, by the object that her teacher called as 'telescope.'
"I see," Yuna uttered as she cupped her chin. Zyair recently explained to her the current phase and problem the 'telescope' has. She looked at the balcony in front of them; she noticed that the sun was kind of shining brighter than in Earth's yet it wasn't that hot. How come?
"It's not that useful if you use it manually unless you use a little bit of Iphram." Zyair stated, "I must have missed something when I was still creating the design but I have no clue what it was."
"Well, doubt the wonders," Yuna replied with a smile that it made Zyair do the same.
Her mind was then filled with explicit wonder.
What did the person who invented this masterpiece must have felt when he first failed? What drove him to try again? What was in the night sky that made him longed to see that much?
She wondered as she fondled the cold metal surface of what supposed to be the most beautiful piece of art that she had ever seen in this world. Even though she's only familiar with modern telescope, she knew every part of it. Maybe with it, she and Zyair could finally create a functional one.
"You sure do love the night sky huh," Zyair spoke up; he was fascinated by her sudden anomaly even though he knew that the old Yuna was also in love with the stars.
And the fact that she knew where this 'invention' of his was going to be used for with just a one first glance captivated him more. This was something he never felt before.
"Indeed, I suppose you could say that." Yuna unhesitatingly smiled at him. This uncontrollable excitement inside her made her show her real emotion by habit, thus the bliss and the smiles. For the first time, she doesn't care about being real even for a while. "Tell me Zyair, what is making you yearn for the stars?"
---Regardless of the things that this world told you to only care about?
"Let me see, hmm. It's nothing much actually." He replied, "There are some series of assumptions about Fates living and existing within the stars. I wonder if they actually exist or not." He so-called logically reasoned, making Yuna dumbfounded.
She actually expected much from his answer; that maybe his reason was something human-like, something like that but Zyair's answers failed that expectation. It was only about a myth in the end.
Zyair, who noticed her confusion, made him realize that she took his answer for something else or she did not understand it at all. He laughed at her upset expression and then shot her a silly smile.
He wondered if she could even guess what he meant just like how she understood his first test before.
'Well, probably not and let's keep it that way.'---Zyair.