Memory

Chapter Nineteen- Trystan

I take out three pairs of skinny jeans; one a faded gray, another one dark blue, and the other pitch black. Then I take out three shirts. Only two of them are white button-down shirts, but one has a American Eagle logo on it and looks more decent than the other. The third shirt is sleeveless and has a elegant blue forest background with two wolves on front. My aunt specifically picked this one out for me for my sixteenth birthday. I always had an uncanny liking to animals, wolves in particular. But I am allergic to them; any of them. Weird, isn’t it.

“I knew you’d like this shirt, Trystan,” my aunt had said, handing me the shirt wrapped in glittery gift-wrapping paper. “It’s why I got it.”

Which is why I love this shirt even more than what’s on it. It’s from my aunt, of which is lost to me forever. I know, what I’m saying probably makes no sense. My sentimental abilities have grown weaker over the years.

Setting these outfits and arranging them so that they match, I step back and observe the clothes. I don’t know which one to wear. Which one would he like?

Dimitri, have been finished with his teeth, walks over to me. He eyes the clothes for a moment, then picks up the gray pants and the American Eagle shirt, handing me the outfit. “I like these,” he murmurs. I take it, and eyed him curiously.

“You have a taste for fashion?”

“No. It’s just a matter of what goes with what.”

“Rubbish.”

“No, seriously. I don’t have a knack for fashion; I’m a boy.” He avoids my gaze, but I can tell he’s serious about his claim. So I press him no further.

“Sorry,” I say to him, giving a small pout. He seems to soften up at that, and he chuckles, reaching over suddenly and enveloping me in a bear hug. I gasp softly in surprise, but I find myself hugging him in return. I wonder at my ability to cause people to feel some type of way towards me, and I know for a fact now that he is in that situation. I wonder what he feels for me, anyways. Probably just as a friend.

Oh God, I hope not. ‘Cause I don’t.

I prod him out of sight so I can change into my clothes. And once I do, he returns and we leave while slipping on our leather jackets in unison.

After leaving the room, we make our way to the cafeteria. I’ve noticed that they only really big breakfasts on select days, which is not fair. I would imagine this organization to be wealthy enough to serve big breakfasts everyday; but I was wrong. Dimitri suddenly stops, slapping his forehead in disbelief.

“Damn!” he growls. “I forgot. The Lieutenant needs me somewhere. I don’t think I can go on this mission today.”

“Oh,” I say. I was sort of looking forward to working alongside him on the mission, I must admit. “That’s alright. Go ahead.” I continue walking after giving him a farewell smile. But I feel Dimitri’s hand grip my wrist, preventing me to go any further.

“Wait,” he says. He pulls me a little closer to him, and says with a husky voice, “Be careful out there. I…I’ll be waiting for you here.”

I widen my eyes at this sudden exclamation. I open my mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. But he is already walking away, leaving me standing with my arm still stretched out expectantly.

 

I finish breakfast with no sign of Dimitri, or even Ethan. The Lieutenant has called a meeting for the people being deployed on the mission today, and as I lean against the wall in the lobby, the kids around me are as clueless about this as I am. But I am also excited. This will be my first mission, and I definitely plan on not messing this up. I’d probably perform better if I knew Dimitri is going as well.