OMG 2'S
3. BLACK MARKINGS AND BLACK MARKINGS
Emmi helps Sylva to sit down and immediately gives her best friend a bottle of mineral water. While Sylva enjoys gulping for sips, Emmi rubs Sylva's wet cheeks.
“Trims, Emm.” Sylva handed Emmi a bottle of mineral water, then continued Emmi's activities that poked—wiping her cheeks that were wet with tears. “I cried again,” his sigh.
“With sobbing.” Emmi added.
Sylva laughed then circulated her gaze to every corner of the room. “No one saw, ‘kan?”
Emmi shakes. “After they picked you up here, soon I kicked them all out.”
Sylva laughed again. “Trims. Let's get out. I don't really like being in the health room.”
Emmi nodded and followed Sylva's steps towards her class. “You dreamed about it again? Hmm, that guy.” Emmy asked doubtfully.
“Yes, that's it. I know this sounds weird. But I miss him a lot even though I don't know who he is.” Tears trickled back from both Sylva's round eyes. Emmi embraces Sylva's body and pats her, trying to calm her best friend who always acts like that whenever she loses consciousness. Sylva has been unconscious lately.
Emmi still remembers when Sylva was first unconscious. Sylva was sobbing with her eyes still closed. His voice begged someone not to leave him. Sometimes Sylva even giggles and whines asking to be carried. Whoever is always present in Sylva's subconscious, Emmi knows that someone must mean a lot to Sylva.
***
Flafian looked at from a distance the figure that had been swinging the sword in any direction. The movement is flexible, fast and precise even though it looks irregular.
Dust rose around the figure as a result of the flap of wings sweeping the ground.
“Argh!” the figure shouted and spread its gallant body on the ground.
Flafian approached the figure with a sword pointed forward. “Wake up and let's fight, Devine!” flafian exclaimed, as soon as he arrived before Devine.
Devine got up by sticking the tip of her sword on the ground. “Go, Flafian, I don't want to joke.”
Flafian raised next to his brows. “Since when did we start joking? We never joke, Devine. Living in this dark place makes us all forget how to joke.”
Devine breathed heavily. What Flafian said was true, surviving as an exiled Seraph outcast at the end of the Mundi Luminis certainly made things different. If the Seraph Meridem clan lived in the countryside to the city center, it was different from the Seraph Tenebris clan that was left to rot in the Black Forest. A place too gloomy to be able to create a smile let alone a joke.
It was almost unheard of to laugh in the Black Forest, probably because their numbers were indeed not as many as the Seraph Meridiem clan and also keep in mind, there were almost no small children in the Tenebris clan. Like the loss of their interest in joking, the Tenebris clan lost interest in making love.
After all who wants to raise a child in a very bleak place. If the child grows up, the child will choose not to be born.
“Now quickly wake up and channel your anger the right way, Devine!” Flafian again exclaimed.
Devine smiled obliquely then started swinging her sword towards Flafian. Flafian was the right opponent if he wanted to test his abilities, just as if he wanted to vent his anger, then fighting with Flafian was the right decision.
Devine let out all the emotions she had been craving. A strange feeling that pressed against his chest until it felt extremely painful. Pain that he never felt before, pain that he himself did not know how to get rid of the pain, pain that always made him dream of the past that was not really important to him. However, he realized that it was the past that caused all the strange pain within his chest. A past he spent nearly five years with a small creature from another world. The creature that he was supposed to kill that day, but foolishly he was wasting his time caring for and raising the creature. He even put a mark on the creature's body as he decided to leave it.
Now, Devine knows that she misses the creature more than she should. He missed this creature called man. He missed Milia.
***
Sylva climbed the steps one by one towards the roof. Indekos where he lives does have open space on the roof that the residents use to sun clothes. However, at night there were no clothes there, making the roof Sylva's favorite place to spend the night if she could not fall asleep.
Sylva sat down while bending her knees on the floor with a mat. His head looked up at the sky, trying to count the stars that were there. He knew what he was doing now was a waste, but lying in the room counting the number of lizards passing by the ceiling was not equally useless.
He breathed, then laid down his body. Unknowingly one hand grabbed the pendant that had always hung around his neck. The pendant is heavy, oddly shaped and feels warm. He was sure that no one wanted to wear such a pendant, but since childhood it had been hanging there, hanging beautifully on a titanium chain that encircled its neckline. Sylva once asked about the locket to her mother, but her mother only said ‘Consider it as your lucky charm.’
Sylva agreed, she was always lucky. Except tonight.
“Not sleeping?” A voice shocked Sylva. He smiled at the uninvited guests. The guest who was the reason he always put on a sour look unintentionally upon returning to the city.
“But.” Sylva put on the sweetest and most fake smile she could create. The girl must repeatedly convince herself that she should not look sad. He can only look evil or happy, that's his only choice. Can't be sad!
“I just arrived this afternoon. I don't know if you've arrived first.” Dylan sat down beside Sylva and threw a meaningful gaze towards the girl.
Sylva got up from her lying position, then shifted her seat. Trying to keep his distance from Dylan.
“Sylva, plis,” said Dylan, seeing Sylva's unfriendly attitude towards him. “Not enough apologiesku—“
“Can we not discuss that-that thing again?” Sylva said fiercely.
“OK, sorry, but when are you going to act so cold like this? Our relationship will not progress if—“
Sylva raised her hand into the air, asking Dylan to stop her speech. “Which relationship do you mean? Ever since that betrayal came to light, do you still hope that our relationship will be okay? No, Lan, I'm not that good.” Sylva stood up and turned away.
Pretending to smile in front of Dylan was indeed not a difficult matter, with a record of no more than five minutes.
However, Dylan chose to sit next to him and chat at length about the continuity of their relationship, where he might be able to survive. Putting on that fake smile in just five minutes was already very painful.
Dylan immediately got up and caught up with Sylva, violently pulling the girl's arm and pulling Sylva's body towards him. He loved Sylva so much, no matter what he did, Sylva was everything. “Don't do this, Syl, I don't want to lose you.” Dylan begged with a horrible eye highlight—Liar and a little pushy. Even Sylva could feel pain in her arm, where Dylan gripped her arm firmly, sticking her sharp nails into Sylva's thin arm.
“Please, Dylan, you are crazy, yes!” Sylva tries to get Dylan's hand off his arm, but to no avail, Dylan gets even more wild.
“I will not let you go, until whenever will never ...argh! Argh, shit, shit!” Dylan flicked his two palms which now looked reddish, like meat that had just been dipped in hot water.
Sylva knew it would happen. Things like that happen every time he gets scared. At the same time, he also felt a sense of heat in the nape of his neck. Where does he know there is a feather-shaped mark that is deep black there.
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