Aria slumped over the couch as she stared at the main door, waiting for Amon to return from grocery shopping. Usually, they would go together; however, this was the first time Amon had insisted on going on his own so stubbornly. Something about a surprise romantic dinner, hence she wasn't allowed to follow along. However, Amon was taking suspiciously long for a grocery shopping trip. The supermarket they frequented was only a 15-minute walk away, and without her tagging along, it should take a significantly shorter time with Amon's long legs. Yet, it's already been close to 3 hours since he has left. He couldn't have gone to a supermarket much further since the one they go to is a major supermarket. The queue couldn't be that long, could it? Whilst Aria was still debating whether to go out to look for Amon or continue waiting at home, the tinkling of keys decided for her. Amon entered the house with 2 large bags of groceries, and the faint scent of iron stuck onto his body permeate
The sounds of the rustling leaves and my friends bustling about, the chilly wind caressing my cheeks. My feet grounded, but my body felt as light as a feather. I took in every sound and sensation with my eyes closed and body stationary. Every vivid sensation reminded me painfully of the fact that I'm still alive, and my chest tightened a little more with every beat of my heart, slowly suffocating me. The longer I immersed myself in this gradually intensifying pain, the more I lost touch with reality. As I nearly lost my stranded self in the endless surging of waves that constantly threatened to overthrow and drown me, a familiar voice cut deep into me. Dragging my awareness away from the pain, pulsating in the depths of my soul, never leaving. "Aria! Move your ass and help us with the tents!" Reluctantly opening my eyes, I turned to look in the direction where Nathans' voice came from. After finding his hunched figure that was across the camping groun
Sun shining bright in a clear sky accompanied by an occasional breeze, another day of good weather. It would've been a perfect day for a surprise picnic date if not for the dropping temperature with the change in seasons. When I return, I'll wait for Spring or early Autumn, and I'll bring her out on a picnic date. Preparing her favourite food, finding an empty and peaceful area to settle down, just spending and enjoying time alone. That would be delightful. Ah, this tree seems to have lost a few more leaves from yesterday. The temperature must be getting too cold for humans to bear. I do hope that she doesn't dress too lightly. How worrying. Moving along silently on a familiar unmarked path, I made my way over to my usual spot. With Winter encroaching upon this forest, the little ones are now in their busiest phase; and when the green and brown is coated in a layer of white, the little ones will soon disappear with the noise that accompanies them — le
Aria turned her head enough to look at him from the corner of her eye and stayed in that position in silence. Her stare made him a little uneasy, but Linus just shrugged off the feeling since he knew Aria didn't mean anything bad by it. After warming up to her, it didn't take long for everyone in the club to realise how slow she functions. So they had tacitly adopted the method of waiting, giving her the time and space she needed to formulate a response. Alex and Kaitlin also paid attention to Aria's answer, brimming with curiosity about the plans of the most mysterious member of their club. Despite getting along with Aria for three years, no one had been able to break through her ironclad wall. Aria wasn't an individual that actively divulged any information on herself, and when questioned, she would simply smile and keep silent. Even though the possibility of Aria answering was minuscule, it was still an opportunity to find out at least something about her. Not to mention, she wasn
Aria comes from a loving family, surrounded by genuine friends who look out for each other, and a lifestyle that may not be extravagant but is comfortable. There were no obstacles in her life path. Everything Aria could possibly need was already provided or given to her. Aria was well-aware and acknowledged that to be born in such circumstances is a blessing, but she could never truly feel so. She couldn't shake off the feeling that this wasn't where she belonged, and she'd been stranded in an unfamiliar place all alone. No matter how much Aria rationalised and convinced herself that this feeling will pass with time, it never did. Instead, it only grew stronger the longer Aria left it alone, so much so that she started to feel guilty to all who loved her. Aria was incapable of reciprocating the affections and concern they showered her with. Hence she was burdened with the obligation to pretend that she appreciated it, constantly wrecking her brain to act out how regular people would
A deafening silence enveloped the two figures hidden in the cocoon weaved from the darkness. Amon's figure didn't move, nor did he say anything after calling Aria's name for the first time. Although he had imagined myriad scenarios of when he first calls her name, never had he imagined it would be in a situation like this. Though he hoped desperately for a sign or response from Aria, he didn't rush her or force her to. He didn't have the rights to, with how he had been ignorant of her constant calls for him for the past four years. Remorse washed over Amon, silently scolding himself for his insensitivity, thoughtlessness, and oversight. He knew that Aria has an innate fear of being abandoned and alone, and though he would never even thought to do something like that, that was precisely what he'd done. Perhaps, from his perspective, it was merely a few short years. Compared to the duration of his lifespan, it wasn't even worth mentioning. Yet he had forgotten the most crucial aspect
"Why, Why do you still love me? I'm disgusting and selfish. I've not only tried to replace you with so many different men, but I've also been touched in indecent ways by every single one. Is it not disturbing? I don't have a single redeeming quality that would be mildly attractive. I can't even put on the show of a bright, all smiles, happy girl like in the past. I'm a wet blanket on any occasion; I wouldn't know how to comfort you if you were feeling down. In fact, I'd probably just make it worse. Despite witnessing everything I'd done, you should know best how cruel I am. Everything I did, I did it with an impure motive. Why did you still choose to not only stay but even love me despite that? You should've left, find someone better—someone who's cute, or pretty, or pure. Anyone would've been better for you, so why are you telling me you love me? Why didn't you get sick of me? How are you able to stand being around me, much less see me. You should be disappointed in me, hate me, de
Sun shining bright in a clear sky accompanied by an occasional breeze, another day of good weather. It would've been a perfect day for a surprise picnic date if not for the dropping temperature with the change in seasons. When I return, I'll wait for Spring or early Autumn, and I'll bring her out on a picnic date. Preparing her favourite food, finding an empty and peaceful area to settle down, just spending and enjoying time alone. That would be delightful. Ah, this tree seems to have lost a few more leaves from yesterday. The temperature must be getting too cold for humans to bear. I do hope that she doesn't dress too lightly. How worrying. Moving along silently on a familiar unmarked path, I made my way over to my usual spot. With Winter encroaching upon this forest, the little ones are now in their busiest phase; and when the green and brown is coated in a layer of white, the little ones will soon disappear with the noise that accompanies them — leaving behind a white and silent