BellaPOV
In the midst of gaining enlightenment from one's new source of historical understanding, the light had been consumed by darkness. Resounding from all directions had been cheery whoops, booming laughter and, not to forget, the ballistic shrieks of those too fragile to see the sister of light as a friend.
Being shoved and pushed around from wall to wall by people who barely knew of my existence had not been my original idea of an ideal first day. Instructions yelled from ahead failed to affect the massive heard of crazed students – acting as if though they were one and the same, which I envisioned to be an enormous screeching crow trapped in between the walls of the school hall.
Closing in on the only present source of illumination I felt as if though I was approaching something celestial. Casting rays of filtered sun through the opened entrance it made the grains of dust in the air glow, only to create the illusion of being in an old black-and-white film.
I heard someone howl another's name behind me, advancing and soon I had, yet again, been pushed. Although this time, my face seemed to have an urgent appointment with the floor. My ring clad hands flew up in a desperate attempt to cancel, and someone else seemed to be trying to do the same. His arm snaked around my waist; strong, masculine, catching me before I could. He grabbed a hold of me, lifting me slightly off the floor, making me catch my breath.
He pulled me to the side, away from the unorganized younglings loudly wrestling their way towards freedom. "Are you all…" he started as I looked up to catch a glimpse of my rescuer. A mysterious emerald, magical, ethereal, heavenly. It stared into my maroon orbs, and breathlessly beautiful were the gates to his soul.
"Right?" he breathed. Numbly, I nodded, still captured by the emerald that were his eyes. The shadows, still present in the dim light, cast heavy veils across his face – it was too dark, I could only make out the shape of it. I reached up, letting my fingertips graze his angled jaw.
A teacher then came up, his loud voice shattering the glass between this new dimension and what other there was. "Keep moving, keep moving!" he demanded shrilly, gripping my arm and supposedly helping me back on my feet, pushing me forward. Away from him – his secure hold and the day-old stubble that still tingled against my skin.
I knew better than to try and find a needle in a shadowed haystack, and instead dragged myself towards the exit like the rest of the student body. Surprisingly enough I did not find the outside world as my current definition of the ultimate utopia, though it relieved me to know where I set foot. Yet I glanced back, trying to spot him even though I knew nothing of him but the color of his eyes. I had no chance to stop and take a good look within the wild heard of teenagers, to fulfill my desire of searching for him, to find him. But who was he?
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