Chapter 8: Prognostication
Clu walked slowly throughout the festival, his eyes scanning the crowd, his mouth curling into a sneer of disgust every time he spotted a happy couple. He thought to himself as he walked, wondering how Fi could have possibly treated him so badly. She was his best friend after all.
"At least…she used to be…" he murmured.
He gave a heavy sigh and trudged onwards, his feet kicking up a small cloud of dust as he walked. His head drooped downwards and he stared at his dirty sneakers. Why did they appear blurry?
"I didn't think I needed glasses," he mumbled.
Suddenly he felt something trickling down his cheek. It wasn't raining, he noted, but the drops kept on coming. He wiped his eyes, realizing with a start that these were his tears trickling down his face. Hastily he looked around, trying to find a quiet spot where he could cry in peace. He ran past some people, ignoring the fact that he had no idea where he was going. He ran and ran and it seemed as if he ran forever. Exhausted he slumped onto the ground, grateful for the silence and serenity that was broken only by his muffled sobs. He seemed to cry forever, all his emotions washing out in a downpour of tears. When his tears seemed to have dried up, Clu sat there replaying the scene in his head.
"Maybe I really am stupid…"
"Stupid?" came a voice.
Clu looked up, startled beyond belief, anger pooling in the pit of his stomach. Why can't I just cry in peace? he wondered, glaring accusingly at the person behind the voice. His eyes widened when he saw that it was a tall beautiful woman, her face framed by long blonde hair.
"Uh…" he uttered, unable to think of anything else to say.
The woman sat next to him and curled her legs up underneath her.
"Who thinks you're stupid?" she asked, her soothing voice a melody to Clu's ears.
"My best…well…former best friend…" he said hesitantly.
"Well he…"
"She," Clu interrupted.
"She probably wasn't worth the effort," said the blonde, tucking a strand of Clu's hair behind his ear.
With that one simple gesture Clu felt as if he had known this woman his whole life and he trusted and believed everything she said.
"What…what's your name?" he said, almost whispering the words.
"Calendrica…" she said softly, running her hand down Clu's jaw.
He melted from her touch and sighed, leaning against Calendrica as she cradled him in her arms, running her nimble fingers through his silky hair. Clu smiled and closed his eyes, feeling calmer and more peaceful than he ever had before.
He didn't notice the smirk on Calendrica's face as he drifted off into a light sleep.
Clu walked slowly throughout the festival, his eyes scanning the crowd, his mouth curling into a sneer of disgust every time he spotted a happy couple. He thought to himself as he walked, wondering how Fi could have possibly treated him so badly. She was his best friend after all.
"At least…she used to be…" he murmured.
He gave a heavy sigh and trudged onwards, his feet kicking up a small cloud of dust as he walked. His head drooped downwards and he stared at his dirty sneakers. Why did they appear blurry?
"I didn't think I needed glasses," he mumbled.
Suddenly he felt something trickling down his cheek. It wasn't raining, he noted, but the drops kept on coming. He wiped his eyes, realizing with a start that these were his tears trickling down his face. Hastily he looked around, trying to find a quiet spot where he could cry in peace. He ran past some people, ignoring the fact that he had no idea where he was going. He ran and ran and it seemed as if he ran forever. Exhausted he slumped onto the ground, grateful for the silence and serenity that was broken only by his muffled sobs. He seemed to cry forever, all his emotions washing out in a downpour of tears. When his tears seemed to have dried up, Clu sat there replaying the scene in his head.
"Maybe I really am stupid…"
"Stupid?" came a voice.
Clu looked up, startled beyond belief, anger pooling in the pit of his stomach. Why can't I just cry in peace? he wondered, glaring accusingly at the person behind the voice. His eyes widened when he saw that it was a tall beautiful woman, her face framed by long blonde hair.
"Uh…" he uttered, unable to think of anything else to say.
The woman sat next to him and curled her legs up underneath her.
"Who thinks you're stupid?" she asked, her soothing voice a melody to Clu's ears.
"My best…well…former best friend…" he said hesitantly.
"Well he…"
"She," Clu interrupted.
"She probably wasn't worth the effort," said the blonde, tucking a strand of Clu's hair behind his ear.
With that one simple gesture Clu felt as if he had known this woman his whole life and he trusted and believed everything she said.
"What…what's your name?" he said, almost whispering the words.
"Calendrica…" she said softly, running her hand down Clu's jaw.
He melted from her touch and sighed, leaning against Calendrica as she cradled him in her arms, running her nimble fingers through his silky hair. Clu smiled and closed his eyes, feeling calmer and more peaceful than he ever had before.
He didn't notice the smirk on Calendrica's face as he drifted off into a light sleep.
