Never Noticed Mga Nobela at Kwento

I thought to myself. I was about to leave my room when I passed by my mirror and saw how I appeared. I looked like a mess, and it was another thing that Zeke and the others missed out on. I didn't appear to have taken a leisurely morning stroll; in my opinion, it was more akin to a morning marathon. That is how I looked. Surprisingly, no one seemed to notice or acknowledge my peculiar appearance. It was as if they were completely unaware of any peculiarity in my manner, or rather, they chose to ignore it.

NATE I noticed it first on a Wednesday. This is not entirely accurate. I had been noticing it for weeks before the Wednesday, in the specific and background way that you noticed things when your attention was primarily on something else and the thing you were noticing was not yet loud enough to require the foreground. It had been accumulating in the peripheral and unexamined way of evidence that had not yet reached the threshold of a conclusion, the particular and incremental quality of a case being built by a part of your brain that had not yet seen fit to brief the rest of it.

he said, "Given that we were…occupied with other things, it's not surprising that you didn't notice.” No I hadn't, I thought. I hadn't heard anything and I was usually so alert. “What about…” I looked towards the window. I couldn't tell whether it was a reflection from the glass panes or if they were wide open. Then again, I hadn't felt any breeze since entering this room had I?

But, perhaps she was the ideal kind of girl for me? “I must have missed you at those events.” I pointed out, and she laughed, a brief, short laugh, telling me she didn’t think for a moment I would have noticed her in a crowd of people at any event. Maybe she was right. Maybe we had been in the same room multiple times, and I had never noticed. But I truly struggled to believe for a even a second that I could have overlooked those beautiful blue eyes…

Or I thought I didn't. Wednesday of the second week. Blade drills in the main yard. I was running a sequence I had done a thousand times and somewhere in the middle of it my focus slipped. Not dramatically. A fraction of a second of inattention that broke the rhythm of a redirect and left me half a beat behind where I should have been. The instructor didn't notice. Most of the yard didn't notice. Ronan was at the wall. He noticed. He didn't say anything. He didn't look at me with concern or question or any of the readable expressions that would have given me something to respond to. He just looked, once, with those dark eyes that catalogued everything, and then looked away and returned to hi

Did he notice me? I went straight to the table and waited for him to finish cooking. I opened my phone first to entertain myself while waiting. There is a message, but I didn't notice it. I opened it and saw that it was Dad. [Darling... I'm sorry we didn't get to see each other the other day. I apologize if our visit to your mother didn’t happen. There was a problem with the project I was working on, and I needed to take care of it. I'm sorry. I wish I could make it up to you. Call me when you receive it.] -from Dad.

How could I not have noticed that? Taking out bacon and eggs, I tried to think back, making sure that my math was right. Math was never my strongest subject in school. Maybe I had it wrong? I cracked the eggs and sighed, knowing I’d been right the first time. I was late. Just a week, but still, I was usually pretty regular. There had been so much going on, I had been so distracted lately that it had just slipped my mind. If I hadn’t seen that calendar this morning, who knows how long I might have gone without realizing it.

he asks. I nodded. Go back to the day and tell me what are the things you noted?" he asked. "Noted?" I asked. "There's might be something that might have got your special attention," I tried and went back to my memory lane but nothing special came to my mind. It made me frustrated because I was such a fool that day. I never anticipated such a thing would happen and it made me so blind and deaf. I can feel there are things just before my eyes which could tell me why he was after me but I failed to notice it.

"I only noticed because the figures didn't seem to match the population reports." He nodded slowly. "I went back through some of the previous records after the meeting." My eyebrows lifted. "You did?" "I wanted to see whether the decline had happened suddenly." "It hadn't." "It was gradual." "So gradual that no one questioned it." For the first time since he'd stopped me... The conversation felt easier. Because it stayed where it was safest. On work. "I think you're right," he said quietly. "About what?" "Sometimes..." He paused. "...people become so used to seeing a problem that they stop noticing it's there."

Someone would spot the cream-colored envelope with gold lettering, and a misunderstanding would quietly set in motion. But I wasn't aware of that yet. All I knew was that for the first time in my life... being noticed was starting to feel risky.