"Are you some spy or something?" I asked him a little aggressively. He opened his mouth and was about to say something but I intervened."No, that's ridiculous. We're not even suitable to be an asset to this country. What the hell am I thinking?” I talked to myself. I grabbed a handful of my hair before I face him again."I'm so sure it was you. You had a slip of the tongue already."He looked down on me. I have an average height but his height is still intimidating compared to mine.”Alright. There's no point in lying. Yes, I am the one who knocked on your door each of your birthdays which you only got to notice on your thirteenth birthday. Am I right?”I blinked thinking about it. I'm not sure but, yeah, I didn't notice it until I was removed from innocence.”But how in the hell were you that consistent for straight seventeen years? How old are you huh?”I asked more because what surprised me was that he looked so young. I think around twenty-four? I don't know."That's not importan
I did not expect my sleep to be that peaceful. I didn’t even had a dream. That sleep was so peaceful that I couldn't believe it's possible to have that kind of rest.When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was the rose next to my bed. I fell asleep crying with the memory of Pluto. In an instant the lethargy returned to my system.I slowly put the rose in the place where the sun hits it. I know these flowers need to be put in water but I don't have the willpower to do that. Its petals will also dry up until it dies completely. So I didn't see the reason of doing it at all.And one more thing, it's not from Pluto either. I don't know where that man got this flower from, I also don't know what his reason was. As long as I just leave it here until it withers.I got up and looked at the clock. It's almost noon but I can still feel the cold coming in from the window. I didn't even lit the fireplace to warm the house. I'm such a complete mess right now. I don't see the point of doing al
I walked quietly. I distracted myself by thinking about things. The road is not dark because the moon serves as light on my way. I counted how many trees, how many cars passed by. I tried to fight the feeling that I was going to lose my mind.I stopped several times, and several times I also heard his steps stop. I didn't say anything to him until I got home. I closed the door heavily and finally saw his eyes looking at me seriously."It's up to him. If he freeze to death, it's not my fault." I said to myself.I lit the fireplace. I warmed up with hot chocolate and that was all I had in my stomach. After that I decided to rest and lay on the bed but the rose that was on the bed caught my attention.It has not yet withered. Its petals are still blooming and it looks like it was freshly picked. I can't help but think about Pluto. I can't help but wonder if what my life could have been is he's still here. He will definitely not let me be sad. He won't let me cry. He won't leave me alone.
I know that even though I'm skeptical about his antics. Still, I had to thank him."Thank you for that," I uttered.I was sitting on the bed while he was leaning against the window, looking out at the round, bright moon."For this, and for what happened earlier."I was referring to the rose I was holding and what happened earlier. He didn't reply and just looked at me intently as he always does. I really couldn't help but be amazed at how his eyes could speak. Anyone can be carried away by his gaze."Who are those people?" he asked.I sighed and looked at the flower."Bad guys," I briefly said.I don't want to explain anymore because I think I will just waste time."And do they bother you often like that?"I sensed a hint of seriousness in his tone. I glanced at him, he didn't even flinch at my stare. I shook my head lightly as an answer."It seems they have something else in mind for you," he whispered as if he said it only to himself.I smirked without humor. "Don't worry. I can pro
Werewolf — I typed at the search bar."Fajra, you're still not done with that?" My co-worker asked me.I smiled raw and shook my head. I only used the existing computer here in our manager's office. I spent almost my entire lunch break researching the questions I needed answers to.Are werewolves real? What do werewolves do? Where did they come from? The things I read are foreign to me and I can’t seem to understand the results of my reading. Even though I understand it, it still does not meet my level of understanding.Werewolves aren't real. That's one of the hundred results that says the same. I nodded while agreeing with what was read."Right, who the hell in the world would believe that?" I whispered to myself.This issue only became a trend because of the movies that were released and mixed with some other catch for people to watch and believe. Some results are saying that werewolves came from the stories of people acting a bit different than usual, different in a way of bein
"Fajra," I heard him call me with a tone of defiance.I was too focused choosing clothes from the rack and putting them in front of him. I chose a simple shirt on him slightly tilting my head looking if it fits him.”This one's cool. White shirt fits you.” I said and removed the shirt from the hanger but he grabbed my wrist to stop me."Stop," he said.I sighed heavily and pouted. He has been stopping me from shopping for clothes for him. I was able to buy him pants first, so now I'm choosing his top. "At least buy that." I slapped the shirt on his chest so he couldn't do anything but hold it.He followed me to the counter. I quickly took out money and signaled the woman not to put the clothes in the paper bag."Don't look at me like that. I'm telling you, you have to change clothes. You attract so many people with that outfit. Halloween is still far ahead.” I rolled my eyes.His lips were in a grim line. "I don't care what other people say."I sighed harshly. “Just change. I'll wait
I was dumbfounded while looking at the scenario when we got home. From a distance, I can see how they take our stuff out of our house. I dropped the plastic bag I’m holding, which contained the stuff that we bought, and quickly ran."W-what is this?"I stammered a question to the man standing there. He didn't answer me and focused only on the paper in his hand. I turned to see another man coming out our door with the rest of our stuff."H-hey!" I screamed. "What are you doing?"I was confused and walking back and forth. Hades even passed through my eyes with the plastic I'd left earlier.He also seems to have no idea what is going on."Please don't do this." I pleaded with the man I first talked to.He looked at me without emotion and handed me the paper. I had no idea what was written on it."You need to go to the bank to settle this."My tears flowed, and I didn't know what to do. They didn't seem to listen to my plea."No, please. I have money."The bundle of money was scattered bec
Hades liked Fajra. Or, if we're going to put it in other words, Fajra is the one he likes. Yet he believes that the Fajra he knows and the one in front of him are the same person.It's not that I believe his story about the other world he's referring to, but if I put myself in his shoes, that's what he's implying. Even if he doesn't tell me, I'm not that dense to not realize it.He cares for me based on the way he looks at me or even his words. I could feel it because I was once like this. I once cared secretly, stared secretly, and liked someone in secret."Hades," I called him.Because he was left there at the door of the inn we went to. There are no hotels here, so we just went here."What are you doing?" I asked with no emotion.He was just standing straight outside, as if someone had stopped him from going inside. He didn't answer me, so I hissed and came back to the door to get him."What?" I hissed."Let's meet here tomorrow." He pointed to the side.My face crumpled in confusi