Inside the wall of the horrible twilight, I raced with the time, escaping the shrieking and rushing footsteps that chased me behind; at my rear, my eyes sometimes peered over my shoulder, and horror reflected through it. The moonlight dimmed above the glistening moving object in white accompanied by the rustling wind and the black-turning leaves in my surroundings created a spookier atmosphere that sent shivers up my spine and triggered apprehension in my heart. My brain warned me to flee the peril that might lurk behind the blanket of the dusk yet my feet were firmly planted in their place after a long walk, defeated by my fear.
As none of the courage left within me, a verbal confrontation might work out to daunt the one whose distance, in no time, let no space between him and me; the trembling yell of words from my mouth cracked the silence of the night and that human being froze like a statue along with the numbness throughout my limbs ignited by dread.
"Who's t-there?" It was only that short questions of curiosity I could mutter under the control of my anxiety.
As if nothing could put that unknown person in fright behind the shadow of the darkness, he calmly and confidently introduced himself as a classmate of mine who stalked me without bad intentions according to his confession; how could I trust the words of someone I was not close to?
“I finally get a chance to talk to you after all day long I escorted you to find out where you live, and I am here with no other purpose than conveying my gratitude to you.”
To his detailed explanation, my mouth locked in wonder and suspicion at the same time; I wondered what kind of good deed I had done to this boy who appeared to be too polite to me through the way he spoke so that he voluntarily saw me here, however, his escort to where I went today to discover my house indicated that he might be a maniac whom I had to alert.
“I have no idea what you are babbling about; if you have no bad intentions for me, I hope you would kindly get out of my sight as I will never allow the stranger to come to my house. Besides, there is nothing you should thank me for.”
“You are the only one who showed me sympathy and kindness in English class this morning while other students just turned a blind eye to me.”
My eyebrows nearly twitched to each other in perplexity at his blabber for something he told me I did which I was not sure of. “What favor did I do to you that brought you to this slum area?”
“You lent me a pen,” my mouth busted in chuckles at his innocence; it was not because I didn’t respect him for his struggle but for me, it was merely a small thing everyone could do; he could just ignore it.
“It was just a pen, not worthy enough to get your sacrifice of striding the gravel road just to thank me for that object which I consider nothing.”
“For me, it is not the pen I appreciate the most, yet the friendship you offer through that pen.”
I, who just turned my back on him to resume my journey, was stunned at my spot in awe at his rectitude and sincerity; this boy despite his social status of living in a wealthy family, not only from the way he dressed and acted at school but also based on a piece of information I heard from other students, showed his down-to-earth attitude to me, a commoner girl. And the fool me, instead of giving a positive response to his kindness, requested him to leave.
"This area is not safe for you; you better leave." My statement cut him off in his tracks. I didn't wait any longer, forcing my feet to collide with the pebbles paving the dark street.
"My name's Reno. You are Ilana, right?" His shout of mentioning his name meant nothing to my ears other than the breeze that caressed my hair; as his voice faded with the wind, he had no the nerve to follow me, I bet.
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The Scars
Romance"Use this to treat your scars," Reno suggested. My mouth muffled in stun as soon as a plaster moved to my palm, and in a response to my silence, he trudged to the lift with both of his hands buried beneath his pants pockets. "Surviving without scars...
