Entangled Strings (Under-revision)

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I refused to reply albeit, I just nodded in return.

Then he went out of the room with an ambiance of swag. Even though he's kind of grumpy earlier. He still looked cool, literally cold, though.

Fulfilling my earlier wishes, I altered into a pair of rosy to red pajamas with a delicate fabric. Mind you, they were personally handmade. You ask why? Just because my body as a lass was really small. And when I say really, I mean it. To the point that the tiniest size of clothes for my age is still ginormous on me. That's why I was still young when I've learned to weave my own apparel. Well, at first, of course, my mom was the one doing all of that but eventually, I found out how to do so. And up to this date, even if I am no longer in need of smaller garments, and it's not that I grew so much, but my old skit became a permanent habit.

As I finish wearing different clothing, I grabbed my gray, fluffy raccoon flip-flops. Then, I also went out but in contrast with his direction, I edged to the main door to catch some delicate air. It was another intense conversation in such a small amount of time. What an odd day, huh?

I closed the door real slow so that I won't disturb anyone's inner peace, further. I strolled freely with hands in the air, feeling the fresh nightly cinch. My eyes closed, as I envisage a far-fetched dream of going to space and discovering something new. Weird, right? It's as if my spirit is screaming for the bright moon with its borrowed lamp from the radiant stars.

My eyes wandered throughout the dark and mysterious night sky, full of stars shining across its meadows, with the moon kissing all my worries goodbye while the sleepy clouds play hide and seek with each one of them. They sparkle for my mere existence. Oh, how I love the night, I do and nothing can change that fact.

I've been a hopeless lover of the moon since I was a child but I also came to love the stars and the sky, of course. I just love how they complement each other's corporeality. While my nocturnal personality supplements their subsistence. While brother nature strums his guitar to lul them all together, to coerce them into a delightful tune that gives respite to one's entity and bestows relaxation towards one's ears.

With feet moving on their own, I found myself going towards a forest area. It feels like the breeze is hushing all the sounds but at the same time accompanies them. Music is what I hear, the gushing river-like structure, emplaced in the middle of the mini forestland of the school. The leaves chink to their content with every footstep I take. Birds are chirping from somewhere near. With all that in just one sitting, it felt like a whole ensemble is here to entertain me.

Harsh breaking of dead leaves echoed, "Where do you think you're going?" I heard a voice questioned.

I snapped out of my fantasies when someone spoke from behind.

"Just a peek in the woods," I acknowledged unfaced.

"Peril will greet you with that decision of yours. You don't even have a flashlight, missy. It is not recommended to go."

Fully aware of what I am doing, I continued walking. The cracking of dried leaves resonates in each step I take.

"Don't worry I'll be fine. I was just mesmerized with all of this."

"I'm not worried, at all. It's just that I would be in charge of what'll happen to your well-being. I don't want any other responsibilities."

That hit me real hard. Of course, he won't even blink if I was in danger.

"U-uh, yeah I was just checking out the view. Sorry for the bother."

"Did you, perhaps take a liking with astronomical matters?" That was close enough, but surprised as to why he asked me that.