Pyroclast

'Because everything has to end; and starting anew is the most difficult task to accomplish.'

The fragments of shattered innocence
Flitted away with the wind

This blurred memory of crudeness
Winking at me, at you, at us; its eyes twinkled with pleasure
Hand to hand
Eyes on eyes

The fractured bond of relation
We cannot move on, we cannot turn back

My gaze dropped to the floor, ears buzzed with disturbing noise of chattering that everyone made. Playing with my fingers, I tried to pay attention to the notice on the train station to get an idea of when my train will come. My eyelids were getting heavier and heavier as the next second struck. The busker, approximately three metres away from me, was singing some really classical music with his small guitar, not being helpful at keeping me awake. As much as I wanted to throw quarters at him to change the genre of the music, my brain sealed my body to the chair, to refrain me.

Rubbishes were decorating the benches, the tiles and the bins. It wasn't a pleasant thing to see at all. Plastic bags and snack wrappers were being blown by the cold breeze of autumn, dancing its way in the middle of the crowd. Considering the amount of dirt around, I was considered as lucky to find a seat without some chewing gum or half-eaten sandwich or some random yucky looking liquid.

The train that I was waiting for would take me to my uncle's house. I will be staying there, starting from today. I had my backpacks with me, filled with all school stuffs and the things to occupy myself inside his boring house.

My eyes fluttered opened when I noticed someone was about to pass me. And without knowing why, I lifted my head quickly, just to see a man was walking casually with red cloak. Before he could step one more time, my hand flew to grab on his. He turned his head with surprise and both of us stared at each other awkwardly.

"Master Sh–" The man stopped in the middle of his sentence, being completely confused in the next second. His emerald eyes drilled at me in uncertainty, as if trying to remember my name, which obviously, he didn't know.

"S-sorry!" I bowed down while releasing my firm grip. "My hand just moved by its own. Not usually like this." I grinned weakly, trying to cover my embarrassment of grabbing a stranger's hand.

"Have we met somewhere before?" He whispered softly. "My tongue did not finish its job properly at spelling your last name, I think. Something beginning with an S and an H? I never doubt my instinct."

"Shan," I answered. "This is creepy." I laughed humourlessly. "What about your name?"

"Larten Crepsley." He answered. As soon as that name struck my eardrum, I almost jumped on him. My action of standing up so abruptly proved everything. With shade of red on my cheeks, I sat back down, still resisting the sudden awkward urge to re-jump from my seat and hug him tight.

"Larten Crepsley," I repeated, trying to get the feel on my tongue. "Larten Crepsley." I said, once again, was extremely confused with how that name sounded so right on my mouth. I could just sit there, repeating his name thousands of time with the feeling of familiarity. I had met this guy somewhere and I was sure of it. "Mr Crepsley," Now, that one really sent an electric pulse to my brain.

Before I could say anything anymore, the train that I had been waiting for arrived safely and soundly on the station, forcing me to get into its opened door. Saying a word of goodbye, I left in a hurry.

A new fanfic! Woo-hoo 8D This time it's all about... weird stuff... *giggles* just wait for the next chapter~
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