Chapter 7

Finally, our wholeday class ended. I chose to walked around the school first. My feet reached the garden. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath with the good and refreshing air, giving a good smell due to colorful flowers around.

I stopped walking when I saw a beautiful fountain but a man sitting on a cemented chair near it caught my attention. I bit my lower lip as it sinked in to me that it was Ken. His messy hair was dancing along the strong wind; I memorized his firm back from our wholeday lesson like I just couldn't stop staring at him during class.

He puffed a breath like he was thinking so deeply with his emotionless face. I shrugged before walking closer to the cemented chair. I sat next to him.

"Hi," I murmured. 

His face lifted until our eyes met. His gaze was deep the minute it landed on my face. I gulped before looking away. The strange feeling behind his glimmering eyes was kinda bothering though it was making me more curious about him at the same time.

He looked at nowhere. "Why are you still here?"

A almost smiled. Finally he acknowledged my presence and didn't jus avoid me.

"I just wanna walk around. What about you?"

"I want a relaxing and peacful place to gather my thoughts." He was still looking at nowhere while I took the chance to stare at the side of his face. His pointed nose would always grab my attention and his well formed lips was looking real good.

"What thoughts?" I asked.

"Thoughts about my story. I want to make the best ending for my story." 

I smiled. He was a writer. That was so nice. It added appeal on him. I have written stories too. That was how I usually express my feelings. I wrote to express but all I wrote was no ending. I couldn't understand myself as well. Just as I was about to finish, I would stop writing the book and fail to keep it up.

"Can you tell me a bit about your story? A brief plot or something like that. Maybe I can help you with the ending."

Although I wasn't really good at endings. 

"It's all about two angels that have been cursed by a demon." He still was looking at the air.

"What's the demon's cursed against them?" 

I wanted him to look at me. I was trying to reach for his eyes but he kept on moving his hed sidewards just to avoid my gaze. 

"The guy will live forever. He will live forever in human world. He will never die," he cleared his throat. "Never."

"That's a curse?" My brows crossed. "But isn't that what almost everyone wants? To live forever or at least longer."

"Yes, but would you still want to live forever if your love through the years died? Would you still be happy living when you know you can't live with your significant others? Worst part, you are destined to watch her die every centuries." 

My brows furrowed more. Finally, he looked at me. His gaze were so firm and deep like he was reading my thoughts. It was cold and stoic. I looked at my lap.

"What do you mean destined to watch her die every centuries?" I asked while looking at my fingers.

From my peripheral view, I saw how he turned his gaze back at nowhere. "The girl will die and be reincarnated over and over again. No recollection of her memories but her soul remains. No matter what happen, the guy couldn't avoid the cursed. They will always meet over and over again. They are meant to love each other. So she'll still be in love with the guy despite of her having no memories with him. She will always fall deeply in love, same as the guy."

A magnet hypnotized me to look at him. Our eyes met when he looked back at me. 

"No matter how hard he tries to forget the girl, he always fails to. It's the girl he love for a very long time, afterall. The moment he sees her again after a long years of being alone, he'll know it's her. He'll feel it in his chest, the speeding of his heartbeat together with her. He always love the girl, but gets tired of getting hurt for watching her die every fucking centuries."

I froze as if something heavy was on top of my head. I couldn't look away as the magnet on his eyes was making me stuck like a block of ice. I felt his warm breath travelled on my face, realizing that our face were getting closer and closer to each other, slowly. His deep gaze made my heartbeat so fast that I couldn't breathe properly.

"You said they still love each other despite of the girl having no recollection of their past." I swallowed deeply. "Then you'll meet each other again after long years of waiting. At least you'll always meet again and again. Isn't that enough for the guy to keep holding? Is it really that tiring?" 

"You wanna know my answer?"

His face moved closer to mine. His gaze went deeper; it could drown me. His olive eyes seemed to be melting my nerves and my chest was squirming loud.

"The guy gets tired and hell yeah it's tiring. Imagine being so in love again after long years of waiting, being so invested to the woman you only love only to watch her die. Only to watch her repeatedly die." His breath on my face was making me froze more; I couldn't move despite of our nose almost touching and my knees trembling.

"That's the saddest part of my story," he added still not moving away from me. "He will always be miserable watching the girl he love die every long years.

His last words gave me goosebumps. My heart beats faster like something was racing inside my chest. The last sentences hit me like I could imagine how painful it was for the cursed angels to be like that, specially for the guy. And his voice, his voice also sounded so affected with his own fiction story. There was a sadness on his voice. I heard the sadness on his voice.

Our foreheads met, feeling his warm breath more closer. I should push him away but my body stiffened. He stared at my eyes until he looked down at my slightly parted lips.

His soft hand touched my neck that tingled my nerves; he carassed my skin gently like he was so careful not to break me. Something in my stomach was fluttering as we exchanged deep, tantalizing stares.

I looked down on his lips. It was luscious and reddish. It was so close and it made me wanna feel more.

He saw his eyes and so did I. His warm breath got nearer. It was too close until a phone rang. We both flinched and moved away from each other. I puffed a breath, catching every beat of my heart.

I took my phone out of my bag when I realized it was my phone ringing. Mom was calling. I looked at the side of Ken to say goodbye but my shoulders dropped when he wasn't at my side anymore. Suddenly, he disappeared.