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𝓔𝓷𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓭

Ana looked at Rachel as she forced her chin on her neck to show Ana her "double chin".

Such a perfect girl also has insecurities.

It was so unfair.

But her melancholy was lifted by a soft melodious voice travelling to her ears.

Freeing her of all thoughs.

She eyed the performer on stage.

The cute boy.

"What was his name again?"

Ana asked, staring off to space.

"Sebastiano. Sebastiano Brando"

Rachel replied.

"Oh, he has grown up"

Rachel nodded .

The boy had an irresistible charm.

Maybe of innocence.

His face radiated purity.

With a smile so genuine.

With a smile like that onstage.

He was a sheep in a village of wolves.

Completely unaware of his influence.

Ana was mesmerized.

And knew she wasn't the only one.

After Many performances, it was break time.

Rachel of course mysteriously disappeared.

Presumably with a skinny albino who is also nowhere to be seen.

She went to help herself with ice cream.

She got strawberry and vanilla on a cone.

As she was coming back while admiring the exquisite colours, she noticed the cute boy.

He was wearing a red shirt.

Standing beside his mother as usual.

An old lady was complimenting him.

His mother was thanking her.

And he was nodding with a curt smile.

He looked almost bored.

Damn she wants to flirt with him so bad.

But how small he looked.

Like, so was she .

She settled herself in the veranda.

With a tolerable view of the stage.

As she observed the people around.

Everyone around her was so happy.

With the people they "loved".

Wishing for prizes.

To Ana, love was cheap.

She fell in love too often to pay it any mind.

They were all born to die.

Yet these people ran after these earthly desires.

She too desired all pleasures mother earth could bestow upon her.

But will she ever work hard for it?

For if it was the results of hard work, it won't be pleasure but payment.

Anything not coming to naturally, she didn't want.

Yet nothing about her was natural.

The ice-cream got her .

Her anemic body shivered.

She clutched her clothes.

"The best way to keep someone in a prison is by not letting them know that they are in one"

Dostoevsky was a damn genius.

If only he was dumber.

And so was she.

Annabelle thought biting into her ice-cream.

She has always freaked people out with that.

As she was indulging in her superiority complex with a side of ice-cream.

She felt a presence beside her.

She rolled her eyes on the direction.

"Holy shit" she thought.

No way.

She must be dreaming.

A guy was looking blankly at the stage.

Drinking coca cola.

His long slightly wavy black hair falling over his dark eyes.

Sebastiano Brando.

Universe was putting her on the spot again.

Throwing her on the drama.

And she was more than happy to be the actress.

"You sing very nicely" she said, giving a thumbs up.

He looked at her direction, with a smile more dazzling than that of the sun.

"Oh, thanks! Won't you sing?"

"Nope" Ana shook her head.

"I'm just a bedroom guitarist."

That's when she saw Rachel coming towards her direction.

And Sebastiano quickly excused himself.

"What were you talking about?"

Rachel asked rather suspiciously.

"Well, just complimenting him"

Then the girls left for the next round.

But Ana's mind was elsewhere.

Sebastiano Brando.

How can one have such perfect androgynous face.

His mother was really pretty and the person everyone stared at when she came to take him from school.

He looked just like his mother but more masculine.

With his perfect shaped face.

His hair was thick on contrary to his mother.

And just a bit longer than the school allowed.

His fragile frame was also charming.

Damn she certainly had a type didn't she.