Impact

By Ten Black Roses

Part 1

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Only a few feet away from a great city were a pleasantly upright park. The trees there could be measured to have been lasting for a decade by now. If it wasn't mostly for the walkway and the nicely tended grass, the park's appearance would have never persisted. It helped when adding to the splendor of actually walking through it.

This was quite common as one of the three options you'd choose to commit when in the park. Hypothetically, there was an endless array of options, yet three that were the most used. The first one was walking through the park, as though to enjoy the scenery or for exercise. Second would be to find something you lost there, which was mostly liable in for joggers and bikers since they're seldom aware of what they should carry outside their pockets.

The third could be what people practice the most, which was sitting on a stall wherever they may find one. There was no limit to the reasons why people would want to sit. They'd probably lose count if they tried to remember them.

For today, however, the reason for sitting there would be to forget. Mainly the disappointment, but the bliss as well due to the waste it was when overshadowed by the disappointment. This was all Candace wanted to do in that same spot. Forget until her mind inflicted amnesia upon itself. But the thought, like her, hadn't left since thirty minutes ago.

Doing nothing else but sitting on that stall as though someone had fortuitously glued her to it. And when moments came for Candace to obtain the desire for standing up and moving nothing more than her hands, it even seemed like it. If that wasn't the only limit, her expression only went from mope to dull in minutes. In spite of the bound, it was easy to tell how she felt from being there.

For one thing, boredom was her only choice of impression to give upon herself. If she tried to give anything else, the thought of what had occurred earlier that day would get to her. This was the only thought which gave her enough strength to keep to herself.

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Just between the interim, someone with bathos was currently entering the park also. She wore what looked like an ensemble or any regular trench coat moderately enveloped in buckles. Her hair had been drawn out to the extent of a portion of her back. This was how Vanessa always wanted to keep her demeanor when anyone saw her.

What was never as easily distinguishable however could be how she felt. Most of the time, it wasn't anything more than a monotonous glare. But for this day, she did something she didn't always do except when she knew her options became as scarce as the logic she managed to divulge into her fathers mind: sulk.

Vanessa would usually try to keep a low profile on things like these with her black look such as scowling or at least staying dull. That's why today it was odd for her, when she sulked like that for the most part.

Maybe she just never did it. Her anger had finally managed to lay low to a point she was no more than sad. The tomboy within her had finally taken a break from epitomizing her façade. It might even have added too much to the fluke when Vanessa decided to sit on the same stall Candace was sitting. But this rare feeling of depression she was enduring the most had remained so unparallel; it had to be juxtaposed with the likes of Candace.

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After she sat down, Vanessa became just like Candace and everything else in their region which wasn't foraged by the wind. In other words, they weren't moving anymore than the stall itself. Who could say they weren't aware of each other's presence?

Direct eye contact would practically have been requisite. In due course, one of them had to open their mouth first. Candace, however, had always been one to start. Vanessa actually wanted to engage in accepting the response to her speculation for once.

"I'm on the verge of dismembering someone at the moment."

"Welcome to the club, I could say "it's been one of those days", if I knew one that wasn't the damn same!"

"Mind me not asking, what's that like?"

"Exactly like I'm saying it. Everyday, when I try to prove my brothers' antics, I'm tardy on the last second. And my mother doesn't believe me!"

"I'm used to the club. But wouldn't it make it easier, theoretically speaking, if you tried doing something other than that for a change? I don't know, open a casino or something. Just give room to a different hobby in your spare time for once."

Candace didn't know how to reply except with returning a stale look to Vanessa. There was a more courteous way o answering, if only she knew what it was. At least it only stayed that way for a moment before looking down again. Her face had sulked like Vanessa's right there. Before she overlaid her face with her hands and replied.

"It's not that easy, okay? I just wish I could control myself. If only I didn't know what an alter-ego was. Then I would be me, and only me, and no one who wants to resume a cycle that doesn't keep me happy anyway."

In a simple attempt, she managed to stump Vanessa right there. Everyone knew that when facing the same subjects through different situations, it was easier to reply. Now was the time to articulate by replying with something original.

"Are you trying to say those imaginary voices coming out of the blue in your head exist?"

"Well, no. When it's something like trying to get people to face some decent evidence, it makes me want to ignore them less and less."

"I'm not sure what to put there now."

Candace heard Vanessa perfectly there, but didn't know how to reply anymore. She only didn't have to ignore the fact she may have been a bit self-centered all this time. She knew perfectly well not even the park revolved around her.

Whether she felt more lonely than she was, or not.

"By the way, why do you want to dismember someone?"

Vanessa turned to look at Candace after hearing her. She was aware that Candace was pretty much looking at her as well. For some odd reason, Vanessa didn't know what was going on now. Apart from her sullen expression, something about Candace's exterior seemed to grasp Vanessa's attention quite well.

Vanessa was only making normal eye contact with her and all. She just couldn't help but to profoundly envisage how different her facial features were. For one thing she was used to seeing blonde girls who took embellishing themselves as a vanity. Most of them she was used to looking at only had their appearances to think about.

Candace was the first person to interactively prove her wrong. Not for the concern she expressed in response to the bitter stress. Even if that did count as something, there remained one thing that once it became discernible to Vanessa really made her think differently for Candace: her face. It was worth asking why, yet true. Vanessa had always dispersed looking at guys in a special way. Never before had she really wanted to look at a girl like that. Still, it wasn't weak enough to be deemed as fascination, but something dreadfully close to that word's definition.

Just as she was about to assume it, Vanessa remembered Candace had asked her a question.

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Well, there ya have it! The first part!