Chapter-2
Ignorance
From the looks on their faces, Adrien knew he was not welcome there. He was absent only for a few weeks but he didn't expect such a difference. As he exntered, he could see Nino force a smile on his face. There was a flash of horror on Alya's face before it returned Nino's smile. Nathaniel refused to look at him. Chloe's face became so hard to read.
Adrien wasn't as much bothered as he thought he would by his friends' irregular behaviour. What troubled him the most was the empty seat behind him. Right behind him...
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Was it always empty?
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Wasn't someone supposed sit there?
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Someone with a ...
Adrien's head began to hurt. His teacher was concerned but he dismissed her worries. He proceeded to take his seat and push back his questions for other time. He smiled at Nino who asked if he was alright. Adrien flashed that smile of his he learnt not so long ago and replied in the affirmative. His head still hurt. He simply chose to ignore it. Rather he had no choice but to ignore it. Something else ached more than his head.
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It was his heart.
Nino could see Alya visibly shaking. Asking her if she was alright was clearly understating the situation. Seeing 'him' right now wasn't the easiest thing, especially not for Alya. He couldn't even concentrate on his classes thinking about her, about what she was going through. He still had to put on a strong facade. If he breaks, he doesn't know what will happen to Alya.
It was too painful to look at his best friend.
Nino held her close as he sat beside her on the bench. She did a good job holding onto herself till the classes were over. Would it be possible for them to go to the peaceful days before anything happened? He doubted it. Even if it did, no one would forget what happened 'that' day.
If there was something he could do to ease Alya's pain, everyone's pain...
For now, all he could do is support her and be strong. He couldn't let all 'her' efforts go to waste. He couldn't. He had to protect Alya...
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Adrien Agreste
Adrien Agreste returned home to greet empty corridors. He reached his room, laid his bag aside and fell on his bed. His head stopped hurting.
He closed his eyes, trying to rest. As he did, a lone tear fell from his eyes.
His head stopped hurting. He wasn't physically wounded. But ...
His heart ache...
It wouldn't stop...
Everytime, he remembered that empty seat behind his own...
More tears spilled from his eyes. He curled like a child and began sobbing.
Everytime he remembered that seat behind his, his heart ached crazy.
The worst part was – He didn't even know why.
A/n: Thank you so much LyueZ and the two guests who left a review ont he first chapter. I'm glad that you liked it. They provided such a boost of confidence after making a comeback. Also, thank you for everyone who either fav-ed or followed this story. I hope this story keeps you interested in the future too.