I swing my legs in a to and fro motion as we sit on the bench in front of Lake. Yes, the same lake where I met him the first time.  "How do you feel?" Tristian asks, his head now tilted at me.  "I don't know. My parents were literally going to kill me with their words in the dream." I say as I look at my legs. After I woke up, my entire body was drenched in sweat. I kind of wanted to take a shower to clean out all my thoughts. But I wanted to waste this moment with him.  He exhales. "It was just a dream, Aurora. It was your subconscious talking. Your worst fears lashed out on you."  "Yeah." I mumble. "But it hurts."  "I know. The first day I tried it, I wanted to kill myself." He says and I whirl my head at him.  "Oh my—was it that bad?" "Yeah. At least it was bad for the ten year old me."

  I peek through the door again and my right fist clenches at the sight in front of me. Tessa and Peter? That also holding hands? What the fuck is happening?? I hear indistinct voices of them chatting with each other. But I can't understand a thing they say. So, I put a finger on the back of my ear and close my eyes to concentrate. All the noise in the background including the chit chat of the other students, some of whom look at me and laugh annoy the hell out of me. I need a good place to hide.    So, I slowly walk down the stairs trying my best to not catch Tessa or Peter's eyesight. Though,inside I feel like walking there and smashing their heads together. Especially Peter's. I reach a bush in front of the academy building and sit behind the plants. Hopefully, it's far away from their sight and I can hear well if I concentrate.    'Maybe you shouldn't eavesdrop on their conversation. Give Tessa some privacy.' 

 Before Tessa and Peter find me behind the bushes, stalking on them, I run like Hussain Bolt and fortunately reach the entrance of the academy. I lean on the door and pant for air, while sweat trickles down my forehead. Alright! I need to go to my dorm and check why my luck is so bad that some person calls me in the middle of my eavesdropping. I walk up to my room and hop on the bed. Ah, the warmth of the bed and the soft mattress is so much better than the pricking grass and mud and mosquitoes! Opening my phone, I check on the caller's list and find my mom's ID flashing. Oh my Moon God! I immediately dial the number back and after two rings, the soft voice of my mom soothes my ears.  "Aurie, my lovely child. How are you?" She asks, impatience in her voice. And just then I remember about the dream that I saw while I was practicing the Special Arts. My heart sinks.  "I'm fine,mom. How are you?" I as

 I close my eyes and inhale deeply to calm my mind and body as I stand at the centre of Academy auditorium. Alone. Tessa wanted to accompany me but the risk I have put her in the last time I tried is enough to understand that I better do this alone. Concentrate on your desire, Aurora. I say to myself and visualise myself on the first day of the summer when I was sitting in the garden with my sketchbook and my crayons. Life used to be carefree that time. I picture the white sheet of the notebook and pick a black crayon to start drawing on it. I start to draw an outline of the body shape that will be wearing the dress. I always prefer to make outlines first as the rest just appears to fill in itself. And just like I thought, ideas start coming to my mind and my arm moves on its own to draw lines and strokes inside the outline. It feels great just do as you want. I fill in with every shape and pattern that comes past the eyes of my mind. Wow! I ne

 I stare at him for a long time, hoping he would do anything but neither does he lean in nor move out. Rather his eyes stay on me, making heat flood to my cheeks. This is not good. I mean, this is actually good. But not good for my mind right now. So, having no other way, I take the difficult step. "Ahem. Umm...I guess I am quite slow."  His sky-like eyes bore into me. "I'm sure you are." I don't understand on what basis he said that. Slow about the moves or understanding my feelings for him.  "Eh—heh—we should try again." I say and gulp in the lump formed in my throat. How more awkward is this going to be?  "Try...this?" He points towards us laying on top of each other and I blush like crazy.  "Uh...no,no. I mean—uh…" strange that I can't find any words right now. Sia! Help! 'Tell him that he needs to move away. You're ta