Chapter 1

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I was drawn by the shimmering candle light. I paced across the room which had an eerie essence.
Let me begin from the very beginning.       Iam Mark Mitchell, student of St Xavier's college. Beloved first born of my father, retired Captain of the renowned vessel RMS Vargas and mother Margaret Mitchell. Perhaps my fate had taken turns based on my family status that I experienced this uncanny incident. As a student of psychology I used to and had a passion for visiting different people far and near to study their experiences and beliefs.I was bold and had sometimes even involved in conversations which normal people find unnerving
It was a cold foggy morning. I was taking my early morning walk towards college. Everything was still as if the world had gotten to a deep sleep and even almighty couldn't have aroused them from their eternal slumber. The cool weather made me shiver. I had worn my blazer and jeans, my favorite blue.
I saw her at the bus stop with a bouquet of flowers as if waiting to give them to me. Her features were hardly visible because of the hooded full sleeved shirt she was wearing. But by the bright sunlight I could make out she had strong features. Perhaps stronger than I perceived. It was not long before she realised she wasn't alone. Her gestures implied her proud attitude which surfaced even if she wasn't exactly visible. She knew she had a loony person beside her, or so I thought. 'Way out of her league cracked' person.I chuckled at the thought and the raven haired beauty somewhat turned, but still kept a distance. It wasn't exactly ambiguous whether she was shy or not. Still I didn't bother. I decided to play safe. We spoke not a word till the bus arrived. I let her climb first
I followed behind. She sat next to the window,on the second last seat and I,on the middle seat. I didn't bother to check her out either.
So I couldn't see her, but I hardly noticed the fact. The bus sped amid dozens of dancing avenue trees. At one of the stops, my pal Rodriguez pushed past the entrance straight towards my seat.
"Hey dude",he waved.

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