No longer

What Was That?

In my dream, a tall black figure extended his hand to me against a navy blue background. I felt uneasy as the person's intense stare made me feel like he could see right through me. I don't know, that person seemed like a boy. I was unsure of the significance, but I often associate the color blue with sadness, which was his favorite color. Oh s**t. I was recovering, I'm recovered. It's another day that may not be as beautiful as it seems. Oh no, it's 4am and I only have 5 minutes left before my study time begins.

I hurried to the bathroom, splashed water on my face, and that was all I needed. I had to hit the books, so I dived into my studies for a solid two hours. Following that, I freshened up and got dressed. Oh dear, my phone is dead. What good is a phone, anyway? I'll just...oh, I forgot it's crucial. I must remember to bring it along. I didn't even have a moment to tidy up my apartment. Hold on, I completely forgot the fact that I have a housekeeper. Am I seriously having amnesia? No i can't, I've got other things to do. Just as I was walking out of my apartment Mrs.Ancel walked up to me and said,

“Excuse me, good morning ma'am.I have been trying to reach you. I'm retiring. Our company will send someone to take care of your cleaning in place of me. Is that acceptable to you?" She inhales deeply.

"Oh, Mrs. Ancel, I wish you a wonderful retirement. I will be pleased to have anyone work for me. I bid you farewell." She cleaned my stuff so well in the past, as well as she never made any mistakes..Awh..And she's leaving.

"Thank you very much. I am grateful for your kind words. It has been a pleasure to work for you. I extend my best wishes for your future endeavors. I'll take my leave." She turns around and leave.

“Go... good.. day ahead.. good day ahead” My last words to her. I don't know how to talk to elderly person. I do lack communication skills.

Shoot my class. I hurried to the bus stop, but luck was not on my side as the bus had already departed. I sat at the bus stop when a car pulled up. It was Amoro Damoro, I couldn't remember his name. He rolled down his window and offered,

"Need a ride, or are you okay with being late for class?"

As a girl who likes minding her own business, I'm pretty certain he's not addressing me. I'll just put on my headphones, walk to class, and end up missing it. The weather is so lovely, and I'm craving for a a coffee, so I going to a nearby store to order one won't kill me. As I strolled past a shop with a sleek, transparent glass facade, my gaze was drawn to a sight within. There he was, accompanied by a child, their laughter and playful banter filling the air. I paused, a sense of disbelief washing over me. Could it truly be him, standing there in the midst of such joy and innocence? Was this the reason behind my unsettling dreams? I hate him so much than I know him. I covered my face and started running as fast as I could, but I accidentally bumped into someone. To my surprise, it was Amore.

“Amore? Why are you strooling around? Don't you have class to attend? ” I was surprised.

"You can accidentally or purposely bump into me countless times, I don't mind. I adore your fragrance and the shy expression you wear," he confidently stated.

"Hey, I asked why you're wandering around instead of attending class, not how you're feeling. Please stop getting in my way."

“ Why can't you be less mean to me. And yes, I'm D'amore. Amore sounds cute though. And lastly I'm liking the face you're making right now, your pale skin gives your cheeks and ears a cherry-like appearance, which is absolutely adorable." He says that without breathing.

" Don't forget to breathe. "

"You completely ignored me at the bus stop and I'm upset."

"Wait, me ignoring you?"

"Yes, you."

"Oh, I didn't realize you were talking to me."

"You're so silly. Hope you realise now."

Why should I apologize for a mistake that is mine, but not entirely mine? I left and headed to class. When I arrived, I caught Becca making out with someone near my locker. I can't help it that my locker is located in the farthest corner from the main hall.

“ Excuse me? Becca ” As she turned around, her neck was covered in red marks, likely hickeys. She mentioned,

"The guy I told you about yesterday." "Oh, I need to grab my things from my locker," the guy Becca was kissing said.

"Is that your best friend who isn't interested in anyone else's business, not even yours?"

Becca laughed, and I turned to see the guy, who appeared to be someone different and far better than Becca's previous ex.

Becca urged, '

“Reika, why don't you talk to him?'

“I don't have anything important to discuss,'' I replied.

''What about just exchanging names?'' Becca suggested.

I simply said

'hi,'

grabbed my belongings, and headed towards my next class. I don't engage in too much nonsense; I prefer to save my voice for other occasions. But let's see how long that guy lasts.