Scintillation

I just ruined my own mood due to repeatedly thinking about how rude he was. But at the back of my head, unintentionally sympathised that guy as he may've some sort of emergency. My brain would manage to adore his veiny forearm and hands erratically. And throwing him out of my brain seemed nearly inevitable for me.

After 6 long hours of school, finally the bell rang for the last time. Today was a really exhausting one. I left out an audible and heavy sigh and started to pack up things.

Estelle approached me from the opposite corner of the class and said, "Hey Shayna! How was your day?" She said, her sunshine vibes enough to draw out all the tiredness off my physique.

"Hey Estelle. Today was a tiring day!" I asserted. This is a speciality of mine, getting tired very easily.

"Did you see the guy who came to the class today! I swear on my sloth plushie, he's topped the hottest-men-I've-seen list! I wanted to ask him out right away!" She blurts out being the ultimate fangirl of the said guy.

"Estelle, don't be a fan like others! Be the one if you want to or just don't be anything!" I said, annoyed of her behaviour.

"Aww come on! I was just expressing my thoughts! I'm not like those silly girls who just know how to pester men!" Estelle said to clear her stand.

"Yeah, I know. let's go." I said, really wanting to leave the campus so soon.

"Hey dumbkin! won't you wait for me!" Finley out of nowhere came to me and gave a bear hug. I smiled and hit his head, as a signal for him to get off me.

We all head to my home for a hangout but I had to stop because of someone addressing me. The person was here as a messenger of her home teacher. I followed wherever he was going. I stalked him head to toe, my all-time favourite hobby.

I observed him precisely, the way he lifted up his oh so drool worthy hands to see the time and how swiftly he moved his eyes to keep a watch at me, and how he walked like a swan swaying in a pond, how he raked his hand through his velvety glossy lustrous locks. How he licked his lips every now and then, definitely feels like a thirst trap.

I've never felt so observant in myself before but I couldn't help at that specific time. I'm always able to tackle every unwanted feeling briskly, but that seemed like a limit to my powers, and I even could't clarify wether I wanted to feel that or not. This guy really seemed interesting.

Only through a short period, I made notes in my brain about his habits. One, He likes to rake hands in his hair. Two, He may love wearing brown. and The last and my favourite, He licks his lips very frequently.

Somehow, his presence is dangerously known to my eye. Do I probably know him?

~flash~ ~flash~

"Ameki, I really want to be yours"

"Amara, You are mine but I can never be yours!"

"You can't say this! how could you do this to me!"

"You're my playdoll, honey"

~flash~

What the hell was that?  I thought, with the same headache. The hurt I would usually face in my skull whenever I shower for a long time, at the borders of the hemisphere. I couldn't tell if it was some specific syndrom.

It was first time I ever got flash of scenes. And those too, from old times of Japan. But why did I see those small kids? Why does all this feel familiar to me? Why didn't my strength work? How couldn't I tackle the feeling of my heart collapsing while seeing those flashes?

"It's something new." I told myself. Instead of being worried, I'm kind of fascinated that I've got another mystery to solve.

I knocked on the wide open door and let the lady know our presence, Greeted her and bowed to her. Miss Martin gestured us to take a seat infront of her large bohemian table. We both sat down, awkwardness lurked around the room. Miss. Martin sparked the conversation.

"Hi, dear Shayna." Miss. Martin addressed me in her usual polite tone.

"Hi, Miss. How come you needed me?" I interrogated, reverting her politeness.

"I have a favour to ask of you." Miss. Martin seriously puts up, throwing a sac full of confusion into my brain.

"Yes, Miss?" I indicated her to continue with what she was speaking. Droplets of cold sweat had started to form on my forehead, I started fidgeting with the hem of my skirt as a temporary refuge from nervousness.

"I need you to participate in an activity. "

...【Ｗｏｒｄ　ｃｏｕｎｔ　： 𝟽𝟿𝟼  】...

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