"It's so hard to open my eyes and not see you there, next to me. There's so much space by my side, so much space in my heart, in my soul. I can't accept that already..."His singing was interrupted by a grunt from Fox, who was sitting beside him on the couch.Fox looked at him."Can you stop singing such sad stuff?"Elijah looked at him."It hurts to know that we're nothing now. I want to believe that it's all a lie..."And as if he wasn't heard, he continued singing. In fact, the last thing he talked about with Melia had him in a somewhat subdued state. Fox rolled his eyes, but at the same time, he had to admit that Elijah sang perfectly. He had never heard him before; of course, he didn't have anyone to bring out that side of him. He caressed his temple, and just before Elijah decided to lock himself in his room, he pulled him back down. The snow-haired boy looked at him, puzzled."I have an idea," Fox said. "Have you ever thought about singing at the event that's happening in two d
"On the other hand...The square was too crowded. There were people everywhere, going about their business, the noise was minimal despite the favorable crowd, and above them, several strings were adorned with figures of flowers and trees that, in the evening glow, looked beautiful. She was wandering the streets in search of what she considered necessary now, and several people with smiles greeted her, and she returned the greeting. She crossed the street when she spotted a place that caught her attention not only for its rustic style but also for its name.• BAR BOURBON• | •DESTINATION FOR A GOOD TIME •Without further ado, she crossed the street and entered the bar. There were very few people, but the atmosphere was perfect and very fitting for the name. She sat on the high mahogany stool at the back of the bar, waiting for the waiter to attend to her."Good afternoon, miss," the waiter spoke with a smile from behind the bar. He was a young man with a cheerful look and a masculine
" 'If I see you again, my heart stops again,' " she sang, followed by laughter. The bottle in her right hand fell to the ground, shattering. She pulled out another from her coat and took a sip. "Life hesitates to the rhythm of..." Her singing stopped when she felt a gust of wind behind her. She turned and continued singing, "Oh... Oh... To the rhythm of Skalliet!" She shouted when it was her who was behind her. Skalliet stood there in the dim light with his characteristic icy air and black tuxedo."Hello," he said after a few seconds, approaching her clumsily. "Long time, don't you think?" He laughed. "I missed you.""I know you did," she finally spoke, brushing several strands of hair from Melia's face. Her chestnut eyes were dark. "You've been drinking. Bourbon...""I like it," she said, out of her senses. Everything was spinning; she had drunk so much to avoid doing something foolish. Among those foolish things was answering the calls from her mother, who was angry with her. Skallie
It was Monday morning, the hallways of the Institute were empty, and the classrooms were full. Classes were underway when the principal's voice echoed through the speakers, announcing that, at the request of the student Helena Chantai, the ancient dance would be more than just a dance that day. They would take that day to pay tribute to the historical figure who had touched many corners of London, Melia Conkinova.All the students buzzed with excitement at the news. This meant that the day would be more like a birthday than anything else. The principal also announced that the celebration would take place in the middle of the month, so they had to hurry. After giving this information, his voice faded into the background.Inside the physics classroom, Elijah stood up and approached Helena."Why?" he asked. Helena looked at him, not understanding. "Why did you change the theme to a celebration as if it were a birthday?""Because I think it will be more fun, and no one will refuse to part
The third hour had arrived. All the students were on the campus, sitting on the green grass in front of the stage, waiting for everything to begin. They were eager to see their fellow students sing or perhaps make a fool of themselves. The principal had climbed onto the stage, asking for attention and offering words of encouragement to all the participants. He applauded the entire student body as they began calling the contestants.Helena stood on one side of the other students, letting out a sigh when she saw the snow-haired boy ascend the stage. Internally, she was thankful; she thought he might not go up after what Rebekah had told her, which she had intuited from Melia."He changed the theme of his song," Fox's voice made her look to her side."He's not going to sing the one he mentioned?" Helena asked. Rebekah and Fox shook their heads. "It can't be... I handed the director what he would sing.""I fixed it," Fox told her. "Now I don't know what he's going to sing. Honestly, I thi
The award for new talent had been proudly presented to the director. The students continued amidst applause and noise, chanting his name even though he was no longer on the stage. He was still on campus, heading towards his locker. He could feel the frowning and perhaps even disappointing looks from his friends behind him as he walked away. But he didn't look back; he kept going until he couldn't feel the disapproving gazes behind him and was in front of his locker.The hallways were empty; he was alone. The rest were on campus amidst the music and the atmosphere. He opened his locker and placed the small trophy inside. While doing so, he heard some repetitive applause, but the clapping was slower. He closed the locker door and saw who was applauding: Melia. She was approaching slowly, still clapping, until she stopped clapping and let her arms fall to her sides."You turned out worse than Posthadong Dogkor, oh Elijah Orleans," Melia said, letting out a laugh. "Believe me, if he knew
The snow-haired one stood there for a moment before deciding to run after her. He grabbed her ankle, causing Melia to fall. She tried to get up, but the snow-haired one didn't release her ankle until he was on top of her. Melia could feel her breath quicken. It couldn't be whatever he was going to do. It would make everything that Elijah didn't know even harder, but without giving her more time, he took her face and kissed her forcefully, closing their eyes.It had been so long since he had felt her warm lips.So long since he had kissed her with such desire and intensity.It felt like an eternity without the electric touch of their joined lips.Melia truly tried to stop, to avoid the kiss.But she couldn't. Her lack of willpower won, even more so when she missed his lips being close to hers. So, without hesitation, she deepened the kiss. The dance of their tongues meeting was perfect; need played a part in making the kiss even deeper. Now, Melia was on top of him in the deserted hall
The social studies classroom had now become the stage for their lack of self-control. Now, both of them on the classroom floor, locked eyes without even blinking until Melia let out a sigh and shook her head repeatedly while now gazing at the ceiling. She closed her eyes in denial and opened them again when she felt a weight on top of her - it was Elijah.He was shirtless, only wearing his jeans. Melia had her top on and just her underwear on the bottom. Elijah leaned his elbow on the floor next to Melia's head and used his other hand to brush some hair away from her face. Melia was still in denial."What have you done to me, Jahjah?" Melia asked, unable to help but let out a sigh while gazing at what she considered a beautiful face. "I'm so weak when it comes to staying away from you. I can't go on like this. It's going to make everything harder.""Don't make that 'everything' harder," he whispered, brushing his nose against hers. "Just stay with me. Grouchy... I don't know what you'