Till My Last Breath

The sounds of the rustling leaves and my friends bustling about, the chilly wind caressing my cheeks. My feet grounded, but my body felt as light as a feather. I took in every sound and sensation with my eyes closed and body stationary. Every vivid sensation reminded me painfully of the fact that I'm still alive, and my chest tightened a little more with every beat of my heart, slowly suffocating me. The longer I immersed myself in this gradually intensifying pain, the more I lost touch with reality. As I nearly lost my stranded self in the endless surging of waves that constantly threatened to overthrow and drown me, a familiar voice cut deep into me. Dragging my awareness away from the pain, pulsating in the depths of my soul, never leaving. "Aria! Move your ass and help us with the tents!" Reluctantly opening my eyes, I turned to look in the direction where Nathans' voice came from. After finding his hunched figure that was across the camping groun

Aria turned her head enough to look at him from the corner of her eye and stayed in that position in silence. Her stare made him a little uneasy, but Linus just shrugged off the feeling since he knew Aria didn't mean anything bad by it. After warming up to her, it didn't take long for everyone in the club to realise how slow she functions. So they had tacitly adopted the method of waiting, giving her the time and space she needed to formulate a response. Alex and Kaitlin also paid attention to Aria's answer, brimming with curiosity about the plans of the most mysterious member of their club. Despite getting along with Aria for three years, no one had been able to break through her ironclad wall. Aria wasn't an individual that actively divulged any information on herself, and when questioned, she would simply smile and keep silent. Even though the possibility of Aria answering was minuscule, it was still an opportunity to find out at least something about her. Not to mention, she wasn

A deafening silence enveloped the two figures hidden in the cocoon weaved from the darkness. Amon's figure didn't move, nor did he say anything after calling Aria's name for the first time. Although he had imagined myriad scenarios of when he first calls her name, never had he imagined it would be in a situation like this. Though he hoped desperately for a sign or response from Aria, he didn't rush her or force her to. He didn't have the rights to, with how he had been ignorant of her constant calls for him for the past four years. Remorse washed over Amon, silently scolding himself for his insensitivity, thoughtlessness, and oversight. He knew that Aria has an innate fear of being abandoned and alone, and though he would never even thought to do something like that, that was precisely what he'd done. Perhaps, from his perspective, it was merely a few short years. Compared to the duration of his lifespan, it wasn't even worth mentioning. Yet he had forgotten the most crucial aspect

Sun shining bright in a clear sky accompanied by an occasional breeze, another day of good weather. It would've been a perfect day for a surprise picnic date if not for the dropping temperature with the change in seasons. When I return, I'll wait for Spring or early Autumn, and I'll bring her out on a picnic date. Preparing her favourite food, finding an empty and peaceful area to settle down, just spending and enjoying time alone. That would be delightful. Ah, this tree seems to have lost a few more leaves from yesterday. The temperature must be getting too cold for humans to bear. I do hope that she doesn't dress too lightly. How worrying. Moving along silently on a familiar unmarked path, I made my way over to my usual spot. With Winter encroaching upon this forest, the little ones are now in their busiest phase; and when the green and brown is coated in a layer of white, the little ones will soon disappear with the noise that accompanies them — leaving behind a white and silent

Under the soft morning light, at the busy train station entrance, stood a lone woman. A slight blush dusted her cheeks, and her eyes shone brightly from anticipation and excitement. From time to time, her eyes would dart back to the massive flow of people entering and leaving the station, a heavy indication that she was waiting for someone. The way she stood stiffly and her posture as proper as it can be looked endearingly adorable in the eyes of the people passing by. The nervous fiddling of her fingers further solidified the image of an innocent young girl in love. Combined with her attractive appearance, several unsavoury men were beginning to linger around her when one of them moved first. "Hi! You waiting for someone?" The young woman turned her head only to see an unfamiliar young man, and her demeanour instantly cooled to indifference. She turned her eyes back to face the street, watching people walk by, and promptly ignored the stranger. Despite being given the cold shoulde