we only met once but you seem so familiar like out of a dream or in some other sphere
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have we loved before in an alternate reality? longer than a second sweeter than an eternity?
As we stood opposite each other, I found it difficult to maintain eye contact, the silence weighing heavily on my ears, making the atmosphere uncomfortable and awkward.
I stood still, crossing my arms over myself, my eyes roaming over the familiar structure of the room. Despite having seen it many times before, I never grew bored of its layout.
"This place... you can come here whenever you want to," I said, taking a step toward a bunch of plastic chairs and removing two of them.
"Did you set that password lock?" he asked, extending a helping hand and successfully removing two chairs for us.
"Yes," I nodded. "Do you remember the password?" I asked as I sat on one of the chairs.
He looked at me meaningfully. "3915. How could I not, when you let me see it?" he replied, placing the chair beside mine and taking a seat.
Narrowing my eyes at his statement, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. The aura of the boy in front of me wasn't what I expected. His eyes held a meaningful glaze, devoid of anger, fear, or any other emotion one would typically show after being bullied. Even from the moment I saw him on the stairs and as we entered the room, there was no sign of any of those emotions on his face or in his body language.
Instead, his eyes were filled with interest and... fascination?
Hatred is the most extreme emotion of human beings and also the easiest to identify. But there was no tightness in his lips, no sour expression, no clenched fists, slouched shoulders, furrowed eyebrows, or tugging at his collar.
None.
Instead, he maintained steady eye contact, with raised eyebrows, chest out, shoulders back, and chin held high – exuding a strong aura of confidence.
'When bullied, his eyes were filled with anger, injustice, and deep-rooted hatred.'
A person who didn't know better wouldn't believe they were the same person.
The only possible explanations for this sudden change in expression were either that he had immense control over his feelings and emotions or he was faking it when bullied or now or he is an angel
I would be even more interested , If angle name is SATAN
But if, it's the first, I have respect for him, but how?
If it's the second, why?
If it's the third, You sure, you aren't dead?
But whatever the reason, my interest was fully piqued.
By the way, I remembered the dude as my classmate, but what was his name again?
"Yes! So, if you're ever in trouble in the future, you can come here," I spoke softly, feeling a little guilty for not remembering his name, as I placed my hand on the chair handle and observed his subtle changes.
" Red" he whisper looking out of window As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting its final rays across the sky
Disha turned to Yano with a curious glint in her eyes. "Have you ever heard of the saying 'red sky at night, sailor's delight; red sky in the morning, sailor's warning'?" she asked, her voice carrying the weight of centuries-old wisdom.
Yano, intrigued by the ancient adage, shook his head gently. "No, I haven't. What does it mean?" he inquired, his gaze fixed on the shifting hues of the twilight sky.
Disha leaned in, her voice low and conspiratorial. "In the temperate zones, where weather systems dance across the landscape from west to east," she began, "the color of the sky at sunset and sunrise can foretell the weather to come."
As the words hung in the air, Yano's eyes widened with fascination. "How does it work?" he pressed
Disha gestured toward the horizon, where streaks of crimson and gold painted the clouds. "When the sun sets in the west," she explained, "its light passes through the atmosphere, turning the sky red. If storm clouds loom to the west, the sunset loses its fiery hue. But if clear skies await to the east, the crimson glow signals fair weather ahead."
Yano nodded in understanding, his imagination alight with visions of distant storms and calm seas. "And what about in the morning?" he queried, .
"In the morning," Disha continued, her voice taking on a solemn tone, "a red sky warns of impending trouble. Clear skies to the east suggest calm, but clouds gathering to the west foretell storms on the horizon."
Yano absorbed her words, his mind swirling with newfound insights into the mysteries of the natural world. "It's like nature's way of giving us a heads-up," he mused, his gaze lingering on the shifting colors of the dawn.
Disha nodded in agreement, a knowing smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Indeed," she murmured, "a timeless reminder of the delicate dance between sky and sea, and the wisdom hidden within their ever-changing embrace."
The awkwardness vanished as if it had never existed, leaving behind a calm and serene atmosphere in the room.
"Did your hand get hurt during boxing or was it an accident?" I inquired, my curiosity piqued.
Yano looked momentarily shocked. "I don't remember telling you about it," he admitted, his brow furrowing in confusion.
I blinked, surprised that my deduction had been correct. "You didn't," I confirmed.
"Then how did you know?" he asked, clearly flabbergasted.
"I guess I got lucky," I replied with a small chuckle.
"When I stopped you on the stairs, I held your hands," I began, recalling the moment. "That's when I noticed the bruises on your knuckles, still healing. It seemed like the kind of injury you'd get from punching a surface repeatedly. And when the bullies were kicking and punching you, I noticed that your face showed less pain when they kicked the side of your chest, also known as the boxer muscle." I gestured to the area, trying to convey my understanding. "Ah, the serratus anterior. It's key in boxing, enhancing the boxer's punching ability. That area of yours seems very developed. So..."
As I explained my observations, Yano listened intently, his expression shifting from surprise to curiosity .His's eyes widened in realization as he connected the dots. "As for the injuries," he murmured, his voice trailing off as he processed the revelation.
I paused, recalling another detail that had caught my attention. "As for your injuries," I continued, "when I held your forearm while we were running, I occasionally glanced back at you. I noticed a faint frown on your face, but the moment I let go, it disappeared."
Yano's eyes widened further, his expression a mix of surprise and realization. "You noticed that?" he asked, his voice filled with incredulity.
he notice it, But he thought it was because he was following her without question , so she lighten the hold .. .But ,to think she notice
it give him weird feelings
I nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of my lips. "It was a small detail, but it stood out to me," I admitted.
He seemed to mull over my words for a moment before a look of understanding crossed his features. "Thank you for noticing," he said sincerely, his eyes meeting mine.
Truly, I felt weird receiving thanks for my deduction. Usually, people become self-conscious or even call me creepy, so I've learned to keep my deductions to myself. However, perhaps it was the new experience I gained today that made me let my guard down.
Despite my hesitation, I decided to share my deduction with Yano.
To my surprise,
I didn't regret it.
*
The reaction of her friends to their sudden friendship ranged from confusion to curiosity. They couldn't understand how two people who had never spoken before could become close in such a short amount of time. Some of them even felt a little left out ( Yes, I am talking about you, Ayaka ) , wondering why they weren't included in their new bond.
Despite the initial skepticism from their friends, the girl and boy continued to meet .Buying each other juice and meet after school at the old 3rd building or artic. They would talk alone with each other, sharing their thoughts and feelings in a way they had never done before. It was like they had found a kindred spirit in each other, someone who truly understood them.
Sometimes they would help each other with homework and exam preparation, studying together and pushing each other to do their best. Other times, they would converse about books they had read or movies they had watched, discussing the plot twists and character development in depth.
He would tell her about his favorite boxer and different boxing styles, explaining the intricacies of the sport and why he was so passionate about it. She would listen intently, fascinated by his knowledge and enthusiasm.
They would also listen to music together, sharing headphones and discovering new songs and artists. One day, they saw a stray cat wandering the streets, looking hungry and alone. Without hesitation, they bought some food for it and sat with it until it had eaten its fill.
Yano's skepticism filled the air as he questioned the seemingly haunted name of the place. "This place! Why does it have such a haunted name? I can't see anything haunted in it," he remarked, his tone laced with doubt.
Disha couldn't help but chuckle at Yano's inquiry. "Oh! Because it's not haunted," she assured him with a playful grin.
"It's not?" Yano's suspicion was evident in the way he narrowed his eyes. "Did you know something?"
Disha hesitated for a moment before launching into her explanation. "Well... One day, I was feeling really sleepy, so I fell asleep after covering myself with a random blanket I found. I turned on the radio from the music club and placed it on the old piano, playing background piano music."
As she recounted the events, Disha's amusement grew. "A girl entered the room and I noticed the commotion. As a sleepy person with disheveled hair and red eyes, she must have seen the back of the piano missing the radio and thought it was playing on its own, mistaking me for a ghost."
Disha continued, recalling the aftermath of the misunderstanding. "Not to mention, she was a popular girl with a large circle of friends, so the news spread quickly. And because of the low maintenance of this building, it gives students an eerie feeling."
"!" he exclaimed, shaking his head at the absurdity of it all. Yano couldn't help but join in Disha's laughter, finding the whole situation rather amusing
Their friendship grew stronger with each passing day, forming a bond that seemed unbreakable. They had found in each other a support system, a confidante, and a true friend. And as they sat together in the shade of the old 3rd building, watching the world go by, they knew that their friendship was something special.
As for Yano, he couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and curiosity whenever she was around. He found himself constantly drawn to her, feeling a flutter in his chest whenever she smiled or laughed.
He was captivated by the way she moved, the way she spoke, the way she looked at the world. He couldn't shake the feeling that there was something special about her, something that set her apart
Yano found himself stepping into unknown territory, feeling a growing fondness towards her that he couldn't quite explain. He found himself thinking about her constantly,
But he was still unaware of the true extent of his feelings. He hadn't yet realized that what he felt for her went beyond mere curiosity or admiration.