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Even though Ever and I share two classes, the 'real' class we're into is English. Because I can enjoy that moment with her, as we are sitting beside each other. I grab my materials and runs beside her. She is going to the sixth-period art class, so what's the idea with me joining her? Yep, I know it's a brilliant idea.
She notices me, but she still glues her eyes on the ground, as I hold the door for her. She seems to be busy thinking on how to fall back the invitation given to me by her friends. She doesn't want me to intrude anymore in her personal life, I guess.
So as I guessed, I say something, hoping to distract her with our strides matching together. "Your friends asked me to stop by tonight." In order to make her happy, I sacrifice that time. If she doesn't want to, then I'll wait. Just like every day, weeks, months and years I've waited for her. Compared to their time, waiting for her decisions is just like seconds to me. "But, I won't be able to make it."
And thus, proved that Haven is now officially happy for I will not go to her rival's house and hang out pretty cool.
"Oh!" I surely caught Ever off-guard; her voice betrays her, sounding happy that I won't come. She tries to cover her embarrassment from me, trying to make her voice soothe and soft. "I mean, are you sure?" Even though in her mind, she is hopeless to convince me, that it's too late to undo things.
My eyes shine as I grin, my face full of amusement at her excuse and at her face which is always so cute when curious about my odd expressions. "Yeah, I'm sure. See you Monday," I said, picking up my left pace and headed for my car, the one that's parked in the red zone, its engine inexplicably humming.
She's totally dead when it comes to Miles. I thought with a soft laughter, as I drove my car way back to my house.
First of all, Miles is meticulously friendly. He can point out anything wrong at a loophole with just observing.
Unlike Haven, who mostly cares for herself? I take those back. I can't judge anyone. Who am I to?
Secondly, now he's going to pinpoint Ever's weirdness. Need an example? The list is way too long in Miles's head and to save us time, let's just say the recently weirdness atmosphere she has is avoiding me.
"Unless, of course you're gay." Miles jokes in his thoughts, as he says it out loud to Ever, who's driving them back home. I am pretty sure having these abilities we both possess can be useful to certain times. Duty calls.
I'm sure it isn't time yet. And that makes me hate myself to be so itchy, wanting to go to her house even though I've visited it like a billion times. Being invited and not is still two different things.
You asked, 'Like a stalker?'
I admit it, like a stalker. But in a good way and not in a way teens do now – infatuation, obsession and possession. Only true love is my intention. It rhymes! I'm laughing in spite of myself. But, it is true. Not some made-up poem of friendship or whatever nonsense. I know this, because you have no idea what I've gone through.
No idea of how many things and stuffs I did in these 'seventeen years' I'm alive. If you are even sure, I'm really 'seventeen.'
Instead of going to my house straight-ahead, where did I go? Go figure.
I stopped my car secretly near her house. Surprisingly, Riley Bloom is there. As usual, popping-up visits of hers makes Ever jump in shock and glee. How I hope I'm there, seeing her angelic face with a different expression she had instead of her usual emotions plastered already on her face, seldom showing her true feelings.
I also wish someone from the dead and the past do that to me. Visit me like the old times, play with me, chat and sleep together. But, who am I to pretend? It is impossible and will never be.
I already tried calling to those persons, to love and care for me again, to give every ounce of my child love but as I guessed by the time I perfected every bit of ability I have and the time I called them, they are already at the other side of the bridge.
Rayne and Romy, the twins I met, told me that they are told by my beloved, to stay strong.
My mother told me to take care of myself and to struggle to survive and cope with everything; adapt to it to my purpose. To be happy with the life and decisions I choose; to be strong and have the power to go with my life even without them.
My father advised me to just stop creating that elixir he dreamt of, so that I can value my life and morals more and to live to the fullest of my life. To court the girl of my dreams that I love with my whole heart, to marry her and have kids with her. Have a merry and prosperous life he had dreamt for us, a life that never happened in our lifetime.
Sum of all: We love you, Damen. We always do and we hope that when we lived, we showed you how much we really love you, son. Live in our place, for our sake and for yours.
Too bad I disobeyed my father's number one advice. Too late to know what they think of me and what the future they had planned for me.
It's selfish to bring people who are supposed to die back to life and calling the dead people to live. It's foolish and a selfish wish. Just like what I had. I'm selfish that I brought her back to life, that I didn't even know her choice if she want to cross the bridge that day or stay beside me.
Someday she'll probably hate me for the rest of her life once she knows the truth about everything happening to her. And I will be glad and honoured to accept my punishment for all the things I've done. Because of the greed, lust and pride I had my past life, before Ever changed my life... and for yearning for her in the wrong place and wrong time.
I wished we had another time. I wished we had another place.
I'm too sentimental and emotional all the sudden. How peculiar of me! See, I'm even surprised at myself!
Going back to the real world, I'm too excited to see Ever in her rare (in her past life – it's usual) dress, exposing some of her skin. Her blonde hair in place, flowing elegantly… Must I really picture this or see for myself? I need to contain myself, my curiosity of what she will be tonight.
I manifested clothes suit for this evening as I wore them after. Assembling my image and be proper with my looks. To look like my gentleman and nice guy self, even if under my usual image, I am not. That in some other girl's eyes, I'm a bad boy but good attitude image, kind-of-way.
After I arranged myself, reviewing my manners and such, I drive to a restaurant called Stonehill Tavern in the St. Regis hotel. I'm an unknown out-of-town visitor that will visit no one but…
Okay, I want to apologize for being so emo that I made Damen's speech emo, too!
Someone strangle me to death.
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