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"...what are you doing out here?"
With a slight turn of the head, brown eyes stared into his. She looked away.
"Kylee..."
"The stars are beautiful here, aren't they?" Her glasses-clad eyes shimmered underneath the light of the sky. He paused, before glancing up. Millions of stars shined, sparkling with tales of so many wishes, and dreams. Closing his eyes, he heard them:
"I wish he would like me."
"I hope I pass my exams!"
"Make sure my business doesn't fail!"
"I want a firetruck! And a horse! And a-"
"Just let my children be happy."
"I wish you luck..."
"I'm going to be a doctor one day!"
"I dream we will all be happy one day..."
"So many dreams..." Kylee whispered, and he noticed a single tear rolling down her face. "I just wish I could grant them all..."
"Even with your power, that's ridiculous." He stepped to one of the guardrails, and leaned on it. The stone's smoothed edge supported him as he added, "Besides, some of those things are ridiculous."
Kylee closed her eyes again, and sighed. "I know. Doesn't stop me from wanting to though."
Out of the corner of his eyes, he watched Stevie dance with the short-haired girl. A simple smile was obvious. Kylee turned a little, and said, "Why don't you go dance, Romair? It'd be more fun in there, than with me, and I hear there are several girls wanting to dance with you."
He shrugged. "Probably. Too noisy in there though, and I don't really feel like dancing."
Yet.
Kylee chuckled. "I wish I could say the same."
The two stood outside for a little longer: it was quiet, with the silent hum of voices and violins, and a gentle light.
Neither of them wanted to be in that situation. It was extremely awkward. But Kylee had been brought as a guest, and Romair had been invited personally. And of course, being the very tired person she was, and the slightly regretful person he was, past events made thing even more unsettling.
But Kylee regretted telling him her feelings. Because she knew he would never return them. She faced him, and said, "So, how's Morgan?" She couldn't hide the smug feeling in her gut. She had brought up a hard subject.
Romair glared at her. "Why do you always bring her up? I don't love her anymore!"
"How about Colleen then?"
"...God, you're so ******** annoying."
Her heart screamed out in pain like he had twisted a knife. But she answered in her obnoxiously taunting tone, "Yup!" and ignored what she was really trying to say to the man.
Romair stepped off the stone rail, and began walking towards her. She braced herself. As a coordination master, her sense of intuition was nothing. But then he mumbled something incoherent.
"W-W-What?" He repeated himself, a bit louder.
"I have someone new."
"...huh?" Kylee asked. Pain was written all over her, and her heart was practically crying out blood.
"You heard me. I have someone knew."
"...another human girl...?"
"Yeah." He looked away, and shoved his hands in his pockets. "Another human. She's a good girl."
And what am I? Just another face? Kylee looked down, and thought bitterly, Why does he only like humans? I'm a sense just like him, and yet he wouldn't even give me a second glance if I was dying on the ground!
"Well, I'm glad you're happy," she paused to breathe, "Romair." He shot a look at her, then looked away again.
"...thanks."
She smiled, and replied, "Just make sure you make her the one. I know you've been talking to this one longer than others."
And yet again, she knows something I didn't even tell her. Still stalking me, the little freak.
"And no, I didn't stalk you." This time, shy brown eyes looked away. "Michelle and Ashley told me. Didn't want to be in your way anymore." She felt her eyes getting glossy, and her ducts were swelling with her most common characteristics when she was sad: tears.
Romair mentally took back what he thought. He knew that the sense of intuition cried easily - a little too easy - and probably shouldn't have rejected her so bluntly like he had a few weeks ago...
"Wait, Romair, I have to talk to you."
He turned, and responded, "Hm?"
"I... I... I, for the longest time, have really liked you," she said in an horribly awkward way. "I know I'm the new kid on the block, but I have always been watching you! Even before you were a sense! I-"
"What?"
Kylee took the interruption as a subject change. "Please give me a chance!"
The man was left in shock. He had never really talked to Kylee. Except for the one time when he asked her for a pen since he didn't have one for their meeting, they were practically strangers. He honestly felt nothing for her; maybe disgust, but nothing else.
"Uh, sorry to say this, but i don't think of you that way..."
"Oh..." she bit her lower lip. "I see... t-that's okay. Really. Can we at least be friends...?" He read the look of pained hope.
He didn't hesitate. "I would rather not." He almost slapped himself for the overly-forward answer.
"..." she simply smiled, and answered with an, "Okay. Goodbye, Romair."
Two things went on as she faded away in front of him:
1) The image of her shining eyes scalded itself onto his brain, and 2) Kylee never said goodbye. NEVER. Only Farewell. Apparently, to her, goodbye meant... forever.
He remembered being attacked by sound, sight, and smell for what he had done the following week. The rest of them followed, saying that, "You have to be careful with that one. She's sensitive. She's gonna avoid you."
This was their first meeting in weeks, almost two months. And her pain was still evident.
She broke the silence again. "Look, don't regret what you did. You did nothing wrong." She sniffled. "It was me. Only me. Just me."
"Kylee," he began.
"No, really! Don't." She didn't dare look him in the eyes. "Please, I don't want your pity! Please leave!"
"Intuition is prone to keeping people she's hurt by at a distance. It's her way of keeping you close, while licking her wounds," Sound commented.
"And whatever you do," Smell continued...
"No," Romair firmly stated.
"Please!" She said pitifully, covering her face. "Leave me alone!"
He almost caved right there. She was the sense of feelings, and she had a brilliant way of manipulating other's feelings.
"Please!"
Next thing he knew, he was patting her head. Her red face tripled it's hue with a blush, and her tears, and small anger fit. A smile quickly melted her pain away, as he grinned his boyish grin.
"I don't hate you." She stopped breathing. "Now cry."
And she did. With a few gut-twisting sobs, and whimpers, she did. He merely patted her head, and remember words of caution:
"...don't act like you hate her. It's her only weakness."
 Ukeire · Wed May 20, 2009 @ 04:16am · 0 Comments |
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