A/N: First fanfic. Hope you like though. Enjoy! (:
Disclaimer: Except the plot of the story, all materials belong to their respective owners.
Warning(s): AU, lack-of-grammar, and etc.
Special thanks to: The one who made the cover picture. Thank you so much!
Dedicated to:
My sister (Bottomless Sea), Muligo, and Ran.
"Thanks for being there to hear this fic constant blabbering ;)"
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Inspired from: "Dia, Tanpa Aku" by Esti Kinasih.
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Written by: My Shapeless Heart
Prologue
"Dear someone. Injuries in the past, is your story of present, and memories for a future." This story is only a story about love, friendship, and family. A story about hate, hardship, and revenge. About feeling that left unspoken. About question that never be answered. About a puzzle that haven't been solve.
Welcome to "Enigmatic Life".
Page 1, start.
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"The price of hating other human beings is loving oneself less."
(Eldridge Cleaver)
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Page 1: "Bright Rain"
The sound of loud thunder echoes throughout the sky could be heard from miles away. The sky now was turn dark and gray color dominating his surround. A wind blew, as slowly the raindrop fell from the sky. A cold air brushing his skin, made him shivered a bit. He tightens his coat as he breathes deeply. His legs swing remained constant even as the weather vacillated between misty and rainy. He glances skywards as a memory instantly play in the back of his mind.
It was raining.
Yes, raining. He remembers that day. The day when he accidentally met her. The day when he almost fall into the darkness. The day when she saved him from despair. The day when the fate united them.
United him with her.
That day, the rain fell heavily in the early of summer. With bag as the only protector that kept his hair hindered from the raindrop, he ran under the heavy rain, –down the road to the bus stop which is about 4 blocks from his school. He ignored the heaviness he felt when the raindrop hits his skin.
'Shit! Rain? Seriously!?'
Felt like the rain was getting heavier, he decided it's better if he shelter for a moment. Seeing one of the stores he could make a place for shelter, he immediately stepped in there. Unable to bear with the pain caused by the rain he decided to speed up his legs. So fast he ran, his legs accidentally tripped and he fell.
When he opened his eyes, he dimly saw his bag lying not far from him. So did his mobile phone. And though his eyes do not focus and could only see fleeting and vague due to the rain, he was sure. He was sure that it was gone. His valuable thing. Something that was gave to him by a very important person. A precious thing for him.
In an instant, feeling of panic washed over him. He began to search for it frantically here and there. Ignored the increasingly heavy rain ran down through his body, as well as those stares people gave him.
The stares of pity.
Whatsoever they think, he could care less. His precious thing was more important and priceless.
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He didn't know how long he was searching under rain. 5 minutes? 10 minutes? or perhaps, 15 minutes? He did not know. He himself can't remembered.
People even barely spare glance. They just ignored him. Pretend as if he wasn't there. As if he was invisible. What a hypocrite.
Some of them even gave him those look.
Those pity looks.
The look he hated the most.
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Anger, hate, frantic, desperate, and confused feeling mixed up in his mind; a feeling that has long forgotten, that he hadn't felt since that day. A feeling he had long-buried deep inside his heart.
He remembers it again.
"Damn!"
He began to feel this all was futile, useless.
He already searched for about 10 minutes now, and the cold, harsh breeze of wind and the heavy rain sure wasn't help at all. He felt the edge of his eyes getting hot and his eyes begin soaked as his vision starting to blur. He did the best to avoid the tears that seemed could streaming down his cheeks in any moment now. He released a large amount of breath at once, trying to calm himself down.
'Breathe. Breathe.'
Do you believe if I say that it was the fate that brought us together?
As he was rubbing his eyes, in the cracks of his fingers he catched a shadowy figure. Deftly he looked up and found something or rather someone, –standing not far from him, under black umbrella.
'A... Girl?'
He wasn't sure if what he saw was real or not. Faint haze caused by the rain hinder his vision.
The figure only stood there, silent. Not moving, nor speaking. Just stood there, stared at him. But, what caught his attention was the way she looked at him.
It was cold, flat. No emotion was shown in there.
He rubbed his eyes once more, quite unsure with what he saw. When he opened his eyes,
... the figure was no longer there.
"Illusion huh?" he murmured, faint smile began formed in his pale lips. He just hoped that the figure early was a person who willingly help him.
How ironic.
Was he those desperate that the imagination created? Perhaps he was. He himself did not know. But, there is only one thing that he was sure.
He was sure that no one will help him. No one will.
Let alone to help him, just to stop and ask him maybe no one would do—
"Excuse me, is this yours?"
He froze, then slowly... he turned around.
That's when he saw her.
The figure he had seen early was now standing right in front of him, –looked at him with the same eyes like before, straight into his eyes.
"Is this yours?" he heard her asked again.
"A-ah..." he stuttered, realizes that he had not take glance at what the girl had presented to him.
One moment after his eyes fell upon the thing that the girl had held for a while now, his eyes widened.
There in her hand, is a strap with carved wooden ornament hung on the end of the strap. The ornament had his "given name" printed on it, carved with such a great detail and accuracy. Anyone could tell that it was a masterpiece. But that wasn't the reason why he treasured it. It was because the strap was only one in the world. It something that was made for him, something that his father made just and only for him, –which is why made it irreplaceable.
He blinked, unsure if what he saw in front of his eyes wasn't one of those imagine he created.
"Ho-how did you—"
"Ah... I suppose you had been looking for something. Is this what you are looking for?" she flatly stated. Face still wears expression of indifference.
He only nodded. He could only nod.
He want to ask more, want to know more, but it feels like the words that spinning in his head won't come out. It stuck in his throat, refused to obey the owner. But despite his shocking-state, he managed to let out a single question.
"Where..."
"I found it near the bush," she answered. Understand at what her interlocutor means.
He stared dumbfounded at her. With a slightly shaking hand, he unconsciously took the thing that the girl had presented him.
Once he hold the strap, the precious thing of him, he suddenly felt relieved washed over him.
He clutched the strap close to his chest, holding it tight, promised to never let it go again.
"Thank you... thank you... thank you so much."
"You're welcome. You don't need too. I'm glad I can be some help."
He then glanced up and found that the other feature had her lips slightly curt upward. He once again, caught off guard as he could only stared at her.
"... Pardon me. Is there something wrong?"
He shakes his head as silent answer.
"Then... Why are you crying?" she tilted her head to the side. Her voice betrayed her impassive features.
As she mentioned that, he then realizes that a batch of fresh hot tears tickled down his cheeks.
'E–eh!? Since when I—?'
He quickly wiped the tears using the back of his hand, leaving only the traces.
"A–ah! N–no. It's nothing."
"Boys shouldn't cry you know. It's not good."
He was silent, couldn't find his voice back. While he was busy with finding words, he could see from the corner of his eyes that the girl made a move.
"Ah, looks like the rain has stopped," she said as she looked to the sky, hands lifted up.
She then closes her umbrella and held out her hand.
"Can you stand?"
That's when he saw her clearly.
She was using colored navy blue school uniform, complete with green tie. She has a short blue hair that reaches her shoulder, slightly messy. Her faces showed no emotion as she kept extend her hand.
But what attract him most was her... eyes.
Against the blue sky with clouds remnants remaining, her eyes was the most eye-catching one. Eyes that he thought early was a cloudy-blue sky now visible clear. It is not the color of an overcast sky. Instead, it was a color of blue sky. A clear blue sky. So clear, that he swore he could almost see his own reflection in those bright blue eyes.
The eyes with color of the sky, with the color of the sea, ...with the color he like the most.
He was fascinated.
Yes, that is the only word that able to describe his feeling now.
"Y–yes," he then took her hand and stood up.
He tried to dry the bottom of his wet uniform.
"Oh I'm sorry. It looks like I must go back now. It's nice to meet you. "
"Wha— wait!"
When he turned around, a cold wind blew as he reflex closed his eyes. When he opened them, she was gone. He blinked several times and rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't imagining things.
She came and go without warning... like the winds.
'Am I dreaming?'
He almost believed if it was just a dream, —that it's just one of his imagination, if it's not for the strap in his hand.
He gripped the strap tightly as he glance to the darken, gloomy sky. There was a single ray of light in there, that passed the cloud, down to the earth.
"Thank you." A whisper could be heard as he genuinely smiled.
He grab his bag and continue his way toward home while humming lowly. He feels very light, as if all the weight on his shoulders miraculously lifted. And it's all because of her.
He just met an awesome girl. A girl with an expressionless face, yet had a soft and tender eyes. A girl who looks too pure, innocent, —which a way too breakable, yet at the same time emitted an aura of strength, of power, —which in his opinion, strong enough for her to be able to stand in her own, not depending on the other. A power that strong enough to eliminates all the hatred in his heart that he, himself refuses to believe such feeling existed within him.
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He couldn't forget her.
How could he forget her when she was the one who always fills his head? How could he forget her when she was the one who saved him from fallen to the despair? Maybe for her, it was one of those unnecessary memories in her life, –but for him, it was something important. Something he treasured like his father's strap.
Those memories are just too precious for him to forget.
He couldn't forget everything about her. She's way too amazing. Those small, fragile creäture of her, those mesmerizing and soft bluish-green eyes, those soft, gentle, and soothe voice of her... he just can't. It's too much for him to do. Even the traces she had left when their hands touched due to presented him the strap, still fresh in the back of his mind. But one thing that makes him found that forget her was an impossible task to do was her… scent. No. It's not that smelling people is one of his habits. She's... an exception.
She smells like a mix of vanilla and strawberry with a pinch of something musky, –making a harmony with the smell of wet soil. It's so gentle and peaceful.
Strange isn't it?
But what more strange than that was he found himself, spending all of his free time looking for her and her whereabouts. It's really a difficult task to do since she was... unique. And after he finds her, he realized that he had a new daily routine now.
Watching her from afar.
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He sure was fallen hard, wasn't he?
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How is it? Continue? |: Yeah, I know my English was far from good. :/
Oh! And please review if you have time! I need to know what you think about this fic so far. :P
Anyway, I had a quiz...
"Who's the male character in this chapter?" ;D
Guess!
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Tertanda,
My Shapeless Heart
P.S: To those who had reads this masterpiece of Esti Kinasih, please do NOT spoiler. Just let this story flow by itself, will you? ;)
Sun, 31/03/13
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