I
hear singing… The sound of several perfectly tuned birds echo in
the distance as the warm sunshine envelops me. Its gentle touch wakes
me up, I feel lightheaded. The last memory I can recall is me back
at the school's gym fighting Cox over....Alice, Sam. But now all I
see is a building – a villa, if I'm not mistaken (of course I'm not
mistaken); the villa appears to be rather large,it doesn't look like
most villas for touristic purposes nor those build by arrogant fools
who waste their money only on appearance, no....This one has
something different about it, it has a certain feeling of
humbleness. Despite the size of the building and the fact that it
possesses a tennis court in its backyard alongside the almost
obligatory Olympic pool…
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| A Fool In Love |
A
sweet scent in the air catches my attention, a fragrant
aroma...Subtle and fresh, a mix of several different fragrances
softly dancing in the air. Most would try to hoard as much of a
single scent and let it spread without any order or direction, but
seems whoever owns this villa has at least the slightness knowledge
and taste to know how to do things properly.
Right
in front of the building I notice the source of the delicate scent, a
huge garden filled with a variety of different flowers: azalea, iris,
magnolia, orchid, and many more I can’t remember their exact name
as I have yet to recover from the headache I had since I woke up. The
pain is not more than a small annoyance, but it certainly is not that
would matter much; except this one...Flower. Among them, as some sort
of painful reminder of all the bad experiences that had occurred to
me this day; certainly I didn’t want to see them at all… Those
accursed white roses! Why did they have to be here?! Could I not just
have a moment of peace, even in this place? That’s when I realized
I had no idea where I currently was… Of course it's more than
obvious that I'm not at school nor in a neighboring area; as soon as
I can recover from my headache I will figure out how I ended
with...My current attire, not something I would wear normally. It
looks like something Sam would have on her wardrobe...At least it
wasn't Alice. Just to think how embarrassing it would be to try and
use any of Alice clothes....I sigh.
The
only logical conclusion I’m able to think in my current state, is
that I’m back in that place... That exasperating dream and the
source of my most recent undesirable behavior. I have yet to
understand how this whole place work and I believe it would require
the most brilliant minds in history to even find any logic to this
site, but honestly who would even bother to try to find sense in a
place that was obviously created by someone with mental
illness...It's not even worth to analyze the sad and pathetic mind
that came up with a place such as this. Thought...This time, there is
something different, I can't quite decipher what exactly is
different; beyond the fact that at least this time it doesn't look
like the work of a child.
In
other circumstances it would be quite a pleasant scenery, I would
definitely enjoy a cup of tea and any novel by Sir Arthur Conan
Doyle or anything in my wide collection. If only I didn't have this
piercing pain in my head every time I see those white roses....Just
thinking about them infuriates me, they remind me of Cox, of that
pitiful fool I met and curses me with his constant presence in my
mind. Ugh, my headache gets worse just thinking about that clown,
thinking about how he ruined what it should have been one of my
successful days...How he! Made my friends upset with me.
Is
all his fault! If it wasn't for him and this irrational place that
goes against every sense of logic and reality! I would be home
enjoying a cup of tea and listening to Alice stories of the many
'cute boys' he found at the ceremony and how many fell in love with
her...Listening to Sam box match, how she was so nervous or how much
she blushed when someone asked her out. If only....If only that
miserable idiotic buffoon!! Without noticing I ripped off the
nearest white rose.
It's
so unbecoming of me to loose my composure for something so worthless
as that... Man. I shouldn't even waste my time with meaningless
mundane individuals such as him, there are far more important matters
that deserve my attention. I must find a way out of this place, there
are still business I must conclude with another fool by the name of
Cox.
“So
who's this Cox person anyway Sophie?” A voice suddenly came from
behind me, It surprised me...But I felt strangely comfortable hearing
it, a familiar voice that I could recognize anywhere ; I turned and
I was right. I knew who the voice belonged to...It belonged to the
man that had ruined my life long enough, as much as I condemn the
moment I lay eyes upon him. A part of me was glad, I was waiting the
moment he would show his disgraceful face and make his
insufferable presence noticeable. As soon as I realized it was him,
I couldn't help myself...No deed inside me I knew very well that when
he would appear, I would be ready to return all the pain he caused me
; my body began to move before I could even gather my thoughts. My
instinct took possession of me, I grabbed him by the neck, he was
slightly smaller than me which made my task even simpler; my body
knew exactly what to do. Every movement was deeply carved into my
muscles, hone by years of training and a bountiful amount of fury,
rage and hate. All packed in a single strong punch.
The
technique was awful to say the least, completely lacking any form or
grace. I'm embarrassed to admit it, that punch was a complete
disgrace to everything I have learned and all the hard training I
have done. Sam would be disappointed if she saw the shameful excuse
of a punch I just used, thought I must admit it felt...Magnificent. I
sent him flying at least one meter away, the feeling of his horrific
face being crushed under my fist, a pleasurable feeling quite
comparable to that of the first time I had Jasmine
Silver Needle tea or
the first time I bought a copy of “The Speckled Band”.
Now
that I have dealt with this pest, regardless of my...Technique, I can
now focus on leaving this horrific place and send this memories to
oblivion. Finally my mind will be at ease, a sense of peace fills
the entirety of body. Although I know is just the result of
dopamine being released after a satisfactory task was completed, in
any case that's a one idiotic clown less and I still need to take
care of another one back at school. “I'm glad to hear you are
feeling a lot better now Sophie” At that instance I truly realized
how illogical this horrendous wretched nightmare can be, against all
logic...Against all physical laws; his atrocious voice came from what
it should be a lifeless corpse, I couldn't believe it....How is it
possible he is conscious? How is it possible that after such a hit
he still has the same idiotic happy go lucky tone on his voice?!
He
stands up as if nothing happened, cleaning his clothes with a single
movement of his arm. How is that even possible!?!? I know my
technique was shameful, but it had my whole weight behind the
punch....I have broken countless jaws and ribs with softer punches
than that. He should be unconscious, he should be knocked down, he
should be on the ground eating dirt like the pathetic worm he is...
“Ah, no need to worry about me. I had it way worse than
that...Specially with a hoard of pitchforks and torches. Waaay to
many pitchforks and torches to my like, but I digress” He replies
looking at me with an annoying smile on his face, what kind of stupid
gibberish is he speaking with that foul mouth of his...More
importantly, how is he answering all my questions if I haven't spoken
a single world until know? No, trying to find a logical explanation
now would just cause me a migraine, I need to get out of here...If I
spend more time here, there is a high possibility of me becoming
just as insane as him.
“I'm
still not sure why you dislike this place so much Sophie, I mean
look at that house! And we got such a nice view, but to be honest I
would rather look at you than the flowers...I'm not that into
gardening myself.” He replies once again, what kind of moronic
individual is he? Can't he grasp how odd this place is? Is his mind
unable to do the most minimal of reasoning and differentiate this
place from reality? “ It's not that I don't know what this place
really is Sophie, but I would rather be here with you than to get
back to school and do a test that I didn't really study for....So
yeah.”
“Would
you just stop... Answering every single question I make! I don't care
what you were doing nor I care who your imbecile self is, I order
you to take me out of this horrid place this instant!” I have had
enough of this place, enough of this facade. All I want is to leave,
to forget all about this place, all about him. “No need to get that
angry Sophie... But I suppose, if you really don't like this place I
can always try and find a way out; after all what kind of boyfriend
would I be if let my cute girlfriend have an awful time in a place
she is hating.” Boy...Friend.
“Did....You
just said....That you....Were my boyfriend?
“Yup,
pretty much what I just said with a lot less pauses”
-BUMP-
“Ugh...
Did I do something wrong or is this some new game we are playing?”
“Never...
Dare to say those words...Ever again.”
“Umm...Sure
whatever you say Sophie, by the way I been wondering if you hate
this place so much ...Why did you come here? It's not like I didn't
want to come and spend some time with you or anything! I just find it
weird that if you really dislike it so much you would insist me on
coming.”
-BUMP-
“Ugh,
Is this some kind of Morse code or something along those lines...?”
Three punches and he is still not passed out, I must admire the
capabilities of an individual that lacks a brain that can be damaged
I supposed. “First, you shall not address me by my name at any
moment, second you won't speak unless I ask you a direct question and
only a direct answer. Finally it might be something beyond your
mental skills, so try and use that solitary brain cell of yours and
explain to me the idiotic blabbering you were saying a moment ago.”
“Well
I'm certain I heard your voice calling me, you sounded quite sad,
stressed and kept insisting I should come, but when I came you were
laying on the ground sleeping....You looked so cute that I didn't
want to bother you so I kinda went to have a look around.”
NONESENSE! Why would I call him!?...No he is surely mentally disable.
“There is absolutely no way I would call....You, now take me out of
here. I had wasted enough of my time, there is no reason for me to be
here and unlike you I actually have matters to attend and once you
are done be sure to never speak to me again.” He finally seems
able to process what I just said, the foolish smile he had on his
face is completely gone. That is how scum like him should look all
the time...Miserable, pathetic, deplorable.
“Understood...I
will find a way out, but before you leave I got something for you.”
He turned around and walked inside the villa, I was expecting the
owners to call the police or send one of the many thugs to crush his
skull, that would be a perfect finale for trash like him, being
crushed by bigger scum. A few moments later he returned, for my
disgrace there was no spectacle of barbaric stupid men crushing
him...Instead he was holding a silver plate with a teapot and a
couple of tea cups, I instantly recognized the smell as soon as he
came out of the door..That Smell! That sweet fragrance, it can only
be...JASMINE SILVER NEEDLE. How is that possible? How can he even
know a refined drink such as this nor the delicate process that is
needed to make it.
“I
heard you were having a really awful day and you told me this was
your favorite tea, luckily there was some at the house's kitchen and
I though you would like it. ” He walked towards me with a plate
and a cup of tea already purred, I was doubtful There was no way I
would drink anything that was prepared by him.... But I have
certainly been carving for a nice warm cup of tea the whole day, in
the end I let my need surpass my better judgment....To my surprise,
the smell wasn't the only good thing in it. It tasted as magnificent
as it should...With a small amount of milk and two spoons of honey;
After I finish this cup I will make him tell me where did he find out
how I drink my tea.
“ I'm
really sorry I couldn't be of much help...The best I could come up
with was making you some tea. I heard you were having a really bad
day and it was mostly because of me and you already said you didn't
want to speak with me again...I suppose I was just lucky you were too
sleepy to even pay attention to what I was saying, that would be the
only way such a beautiful girl like you would even talk to me in the
first place. But you know...Even if it was only for a day I really am
glad I met you and I'm sorry I was such a bother.....There is a
town nearby, someone there should be able to help you get back. ”
Men
are beast...They lack the capabilities of showing true affections and
caring for those around them, they only hear the carving need to use
their reproductive organ. They will always lie, cheat and do
whatever it takes to appease that need....Lesser savage beings that
are only meant to be tamed.
And
yet.....Why those his words sound so sincere and honest? It must be
some sort of trick, more gimmicks of this place to mimic something it
will never be, pretending to be reality when it's certainly not!
He
started walking, I left my cup of tea in the silver plate that was on
a nearby table and followed him. The sight I had was quiet
pleasurable, for some reason I enjoy looking his dunce face like
this....As some sort of cute puppy that have been just scolded~
Huh...I don't even know why I thought that. I was right when I
thought this place would turn me insane. I can see the town nearby,
an averaged sized urban area; it would take us about 10 minutes to
finally arrive...10 more minutes I will have to bear his idiotic
presences, but I suppose it's not that bad. He hasn't said anything
like I asked and is actually trying to find a way to get me out of
here....
But
of course he should! I order him to do so! Men only serve as pack
mules and any other activity that involves brute force rather than
intellect....Though he didn't even argue with me, he just accepted
it. H-He must be the type of pathetic man that is not even capable of
standing for himself. Y-Yes that must be it, disgusting worm that
doesn't have the guts to face other people and just obey them....
Yes! That would explain his unnatural capability of taking hits, he
must have been bullied by everyone. I don't even understand how I let
such weakling affect my mind so much, despise his rather...Well
proportioned body and well mannered behavior. He has really been
polite to me... The tea, the way he had treated me....He didn't even
tried to do anything when I was unconscious.....
Augh...
I can't believe I'm seriously having those kind of thoughts, soon it
would be nothing more than a bad dream I won't even be able to
recall. My life will return....To normal... I...Won't have
to....Deal...With this feeling....Ever Again...Slowly I started to
loose consciousness, I felt dizzy, barely able to think and a strong
pain on my chest. My legs fainted, I lost my balance and I could
feel my body falling as I lost consciousness..... Then I felt
warmness, something I had never felt before. It was different from
sunshine; yet it felt even better. It was tender, protective....For a
moment everything that was on my mind just vanished, all problems and
worries passed to a secondary plane.
Slowly
opening my eyes, I found myself looking directly at his face....That
face that I can't even...See? I know I'm looking at it, I'm able to
know what expression he. But I can't....I just can't describe it.
It took me sometime to realize he was carrying me, he held me with
his arms and carried me all the way to the town...B-But he dared
touch me! I-I can't let him believe he can do whatever he please.
Even if...I'm kind of enjoying it. “Put..Me down.” I say trying
my hardest to actually pronounce the words. “Don't worry I will
carry you to the nearest hospital” He said looking at me with that
goof smile of his back on his face.
“I'm...Perfectly...Capable...To
walk by....Myself.” I said, obviously not fooling anyone; I said it
out of frustration...I didn't want anyone to think I was weak, not
again... “Don't be silly, you can't even speak properly let alone
walking.” He said, still smiling at me...Comforting me while
holding me tightly as he walked. His chest feels comfortable...I
suppose I could get used to this. By the time we arrived at the town
entrance, I had recovered; the town itself looked normal. The
buildings, the roads and the people...Everything as normal as it
would be on the real world, there was nothing out of the ordinary.
The only thing I find odd is the language I see in every sign, I
couldn't figure out form what country it is. It doesn't seems like
a languages taken from a fantasy book or anything similar either.
“Could
you please put me down? I'm fine now.” I sigh as I said it, I
knew I could deeply regret this...Everything I know points out to
that. He gently put me down and help me stand, looking directly at
him I sight again. “ You said...I agreed to...Become your
girlfriend, right?” As I though he stood there with a confused
face for a moment, He....Can actually be cute sometimes. “Uh...yeah
I did before you forbid me to ever talk about it again”
“I-If
we are going to be a couple...You have to follow some rules!” It
sounds so embarrassing, I can't even hide my blushing face as I try
to talk. Though he doesn't seem too focused on it, instead he seems
to be waiting for me to establish the rules.
“First....If
you ever try or show the sightless sign of wanting to do something
inappropriate, I will castrate you and crush your skull. And secondly
if you ever....Dare to cheat on me. I WILL...KILL YOU.”
“Sure
seems good to me” Without a second thought he said, it actually
surprises me he didn’t even argue the first part. It just normal
that a couple would reach certain point of intimacy, but he just
accepted not having what is one of men most primitive needs....
“Also, you can call me by my name...”
I
don't want him calling me some corny nickname of any kind. I doubt
he would be able to do it, he is a man after all; it won't last more
than 3 days....Knowing all of this, why did I even say all that? Why
bother when I know it would turn out just as last time? I swore I
wouldn't let it happen again....
I
sigh, I might have gone insane by now. Though if him is as illogical
as this place...Things might actually wor---- Out of the blue he just
hugged me from behind, with a strong grip of his arms he hold me
tightly; I take back what I said!!! “What are you doing you
dunce!!” I scream at him, he looked at me as he lays his head on my
shoulder and turned his face with an annoying mockery expression on
him. “The rules didn't say I couldn't hug you Sophie~”
“I
demand you let me go this INSTANT!” I struggled, but I couldn't
escape his grip, he kept holding me without showing the lest sign of
effort; which frustrated me even more. How is he so strong?!?!
Love
is but a myth, a myth created by idealistic fools. Fools who think
love exist in reality and can be achieve by mere humans. And the
biggest fool of them all is me, I'm but a fool in love; one that
decided to love a man that doesn't even exist.....
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