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Chapter 3 - A Fresh Puzzle and Remnants of Suffering

Jackson's lecture class unfolded in its usual monotonous fashion, prompting

my swift exit as Kelly persistently prattled on about the enigmatic new guy.

This mysterious figure seemed to materialize out of thin air and vanish just as

effortlessly, leaving an indelible mark on Kelly's curiosity. Yet, the

phenomenon of people appearing and disappearing without a trace failed to

astonish me; I had witnessed it often enough in my days.

Post-lecture, as I packed my bag, Kelly pounced on me with an air of

excitement. "Love, I've uncovered the mystery man's details with my

unparalleled sleuthing skills. Want to know his name? It's Aaron, no initials,

Oddly enough, I can't dig up any additional information beyond his name.

Strange, isn't it?"

I brushed off the peculiarities. "That's the least of our worries. You've got the

name; that's a win. Well done, Kelly."

Unperturbed, Kelly continued, "But you're not interested in this as usual.

No, not at all. Let me delve into his life further; I'll be your covert spy. What

do you say?"embracing Kelly before departing from the school. As I walked,

my thoughts revolved around the mysterious Aaron

In the quiet enclave of our town, he stood out from the rest, an enigma

painted in the hues of mystery. My certainty about him stemmed not from

casual encounters, but rather from the fragments of truth I pieced together,

courtesy of Kelly's cryptic revelations and his abrupt vanishing act. His

presence lingered in my mind, a spectral impression from that lone sighting.

His eyes, deep pools of uncertainty, held secrets beyond my grasp—a void,

perhaps, or something more elusive.

A sense of déjà vu clouded my thoughts, like the wisps of a forgotten dream.

Amid contemplation, serendipity brought him to my view again, this time on

the shore, his gaze fixed upon the endless expanse of the sea. An urge to

converse tugged at me, yet obligations tethered me, the impending wrath of a

woman awaiting my punctual return.Home embraced me, but not without scrutiny. Her gaze, a veil of feigned

indifference, bore into me. "Two minutes late," she chided, her tone

disguising the disapproval beneath. "Where were you?"

Such concerns, I mused, were none of my concern. "Mind your own

business,.

A storm brewed in her eyes, and the tempest found release in her words.

"You, piece of sh*t!"

Refusing to bow to her commanding demeanor, I held my ground. "Do not

dare to lay a hand on me. I will not support to your expectations, nor will I

mimic their subservience."

Her perplexed expression mirrored my departure to my room, leaving her

immersed in a sea of expletives. The echoes of our confrontation lingered, a

discordant melody in the symphony of a disintegrating relationship.

For as long as my memory could stretch, I've harbored a deep-seated disdain

for her, a sentiment etched into the very fabric of my being. It's been a

constant, unwavering thread in the tapestry of my existence, and I've pledged

to nurture this resentment indefinitely. Yet, an unexpected undercurrent of

fear is beginning to ripple through the core of my emotions—a fear, a

vulnerability that I never anticipated.

The weariness is settling in, an exhaustion born of the relentless endurance of

her malevolence. I'm grappling with an uncertainty, questioning the limits of

my endurance and pondering how much longer I can bear the weight of this

emotional burden. There's an assurance within me that she won't end my life,

but a sinister intention lurks behind her actions, casting a shadow of

trepidation upon my weary soul. I'm fighting to survive, but the duration of

this struggle remains an enigma.

Amidst the drowning waves of grief, I sought solace. In an attempt to alleviate

the pain, I unfurled my mat and draped my headscarf shawl over my head,

shoulders. Memories flooded my mind—his memories, their memories—providing me with a fleeting respite, a momentary sanctuary in which I could

find solace or summon the strength to persevere. As I recited the comforting

verses, a knock echoed through the silence, interrupting my private

communion.

Swiftly folding my mat and unveiling my headscarf, I approached the door

with a mixture of curiosity and caution. To my surprise, it was Jackson

standing on the threshold, a concerned look in his eyes. "Hey love, I wanted

to check on you. I heard your mother yelling at you. By the way, did you have

something? I have pizza. You can join me if you want."

A wave of doubt washed over me, Politely declining, I conveyed my thanks

and gently shut the door, severing the connection. Jackson's recent intrusion

into my personal space had become unsettling, a breach of boundaries that left

me bewildered and apprehensive. In this labyrinthine existence, entangled in

a web of uncertain plans, I grappled with the mystery of his intentions,

seeking an elusive escape from the complexities of my life.