DINING HALL
LUNCHTIME
I stared at him in disbelief. After recovering a large portion of my key memory, I figured sooner or later, we would have to meet. Him standing in front of me proved the former option. Even if those brown eyes I fell in love with were now replaced with the brightest baby blue, the sound of his voice, despite being thickened by puberty, rang familiarity within my ears.
He swallowed,
"I've missed you so much."
He looked almost worried. My expression betrayed the fact that I did remember him. His hands wiped down the sides of his pants before extending towards me. I flinched stopping him from the action. He was certainly hurt but tried to hide it with a weak laugh.
"You remember me... us?"
All I did was stare back at him. I could distinctly feel every heartache as they played out in my head. Depressing as it was, a part of me still missed him. Heck, it even loved him. Even after all the years apart, his voice called out to me like a siren.
So many things were in my heart to say but words refused to form in my mouth. After what seemed like a long time, I sucked in a shaky breath,
"I... eh... I have to go. I'm sorry"
My voice cracked at the end. I felt so overwhelmed and drained. Turning on my heels, I walked away. Tears flowed down my cheeks, blurring my vision. Breathing became harder as strength slowly left me.
My hands shaking reach out to the walls for support.
My legs couldn't hold on any longer. I could hear distant footsteps coming my way.
... help...me...
Before everything went black
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THE CLINIC
The familiar white ceiling greeted my waking consciousness. I genuinely need to stop waking up here. Movement across the room notified me that I was not alone. The stranger was standing hands crossed by the window, looking out onto the scenery. Rubbing my temples, I tried to tune away the woozy feeling as I slowly sat up.
The clock on the wall showed that I was out for almost an hour. That goes my nap for the day. As I attempted to get off the bed, a curt voice stopped me,
"Sit still."
They sighed before taking short strides towards me and resting on the wall close to the bed. Leaning forward, he searched my face,
"You've had worse...", then leaned away from me, "You'll live."
That brief moment of closeness almost ruined me. His velvety, low-pitched voice resonated through my ears. I swallowed deeply, feeling my face heat up. Those grey eyes and sparsely-dispersed freckles I saw earlier replayed in my head. Averting my gaze from him to the bedding, I realized I had been staring. He was not aware of the effect he was having on me.
Am I in heat? Wait, that's for werewolves. Wrong genre.
He must have brought me here after I passed out
"Thank You for helping me..."
I was unsure of what to call him. He just stared back at me, his stoic eyes observing me while his hands were tucked away in his pocket. The silence between us became uncomfortable. I tried looking everywhere else but at him.
"..."
He sighed, pushed himself off the wall and walked away without as much of a glance behind.
Well, that was rude of him. I mean I said thank you, it won't kill him to acknowledge that. Tsk.
Even if he wasn't in sight, I shook my fists at the door,
"Because you look so pretty, doesn't give you the audacity to be rude!"
Now, I'm talking to myself like a crazy person. Maybe I hit my head when I fell? But my body feels fine.
I brought myself off the bed, and put on my shoes. Taking a look at the bed, I vowed to myself not to end up there again. At least, not from fainting. Closing the door behind me, I headed toward the dorms.
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FEMALE DORMS, ROOM G5AB
"Max, did I miss any class?"
I made my way into our room, flopping down on my bed.
Laying down on my side, I glance over to Max's side of the room. She sat cross-legged on her bed fascinated by her book, as usual. She was changed into comfortable clothes, brown disheveled hair up in a bun with her pair of glasses sitting on the bridge of her nose. Her brown eyes shifted to me before returning to the book.
"All classes end by lunch. You look like you had an eventful day."
A sly smile inched across her face while she turned her concentration on me. My face twisted in confusion as her brown eyes sparkled with amusement.
"So, I noticed Samuel eventually conversed with you."
I sighed, turning towards the ceiling. I could still feel her eyes on me, expectant of my reply concerning the encounter. Finally, still staring upward, I told her about the meeting and the panic attack. She listened quietly to me while I narrated our discussion.
"What do you intend to do about him? Judging from what I have observed, he wants you back"
Her eyes focused on me, expecting my answer. Max has always been a keen observer. She might act like she doesn't see anything past her book, but she notices everything happening around her.
I tapped my fingers across my chest, going through my thoughts. I felt conflicted knowing that even after four years had passed, he still felt something for him. The worst part was that, as much as I tried to lie to myself, I had lingering feelings for him.
"I don't know what to do", I looked over towards her and sighed heavily.
She was worried about me. Worried that I would fall back into the heart-break cycle. Her eyes told me that she was going to be by my side whatever decision I make. I wasn't alone. We shared a smile and fell into silence.
I frowned. The memories of the clinic came to me. I needed to tell Max.
"I understand that he rescued me, but that doesn't give him the right to be a jerk. You know?"
Max was confused due to my outburst. Anger began bubbling inside me as I told her about my saviour. I called myself down when I noticed the perplexed look on her face.
Finally, Max smiled and shook her head in amusement.
"Elise, don't take it personally. Trent can be like that occasionally"
So, Pretty Boy has a name. Trent. Trent. That name sounds familiar
With those last words, she turned her focus back to her book. Max continued with her reading but not before letting out a small giggle with a shake of the head. Talking to her made me feel warm. I had always felt a unique bond with her, when we first met and even now, four years later. She was always there to listen to me and snap me back to reality when I needed it.
Excusing myself to the bathroom to change into more comfortable clothes, his name kept ringing in my head. I pinched the bridge of my nose in irritation, trying to recall who he was.
"Sit still"
For the love of all things holy!
My hands balled in anger as I recalled the only person with such an aggravating voice.
"Trent!"
Like and Comment, or else, I'll kill off Trent in the next chapter
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Heyo there Chingus,
So.... what do you think? Dramatic, right?
As I wrote this chapter, I had to rely on my partner for emotional support. Trent was really giving me bad-boy vibes. You know, it's the bad boys that bring heaven to you.
Do you think I should write a backstory about Samuel and Elise's story?
What is your mental picture of Trent?
Drink water and stay healthy kids
"Until We Meet Again - Boy Sompob (UWMA ost)"