Dark Prince
009
Ash
Things were complicated. It hinged on a lot of stuff about my old life and my old self, but I didn’t feel like thinking about it just now.
My thoughts wandered back to the girl. Can I call her that? Perhaps a woman. The woman. I’d certainly never thought so much about a person whose name I didn’t know. My mind slipped back to her every time I gave it a moment’s freedom. I kept picturing her eyes, infinite as the sky. My mind used to be so obedient, so precise. For the last twenty-four hours it had behaved more like a badly trained dog on a too long leash.
Did she live in the neighbourhood? Did she still go to school? She looked about seventeen, or maybe eighteen. Would she come back to the café and have lunch with me? Would I try to talk to her?
My heart rate was rising at the very thought.
Okay, enough.
I was so distracted, I veered off the path and nearly crashed into a sign. I looked up at it. When they call these things signs…They really mean it. What was written on the sign was a sign of her.
There were moments in life when words failed to convey my thoughts. There were moments when my thoughts failed to convey my feelings. Then there were moments when even my feelings failed to convey my feelings.
This was one of those, I realized when I gaped at the woman. Of course, that went away when the woman turned around, and it wasn’t her. I couldn’t help feeling disappointed. For obvious reasons. She wasn’t here. Maybe she didn’t come here day by day. Maybe it wasn’t routine. Nonetheless, I will wait, in hopes that she does come. If she doesn’t come today, then tomorrow I shall wait as well.
I almost laughed at how pathetic that sounded. The truth, I wanted to see her again. I may do anything if I had to. Which was dangerous. Hate may be powerful, but Love is also, for as you see, controls people. Well, that’s how I liked to look at it. And why I kept my distance from other people. I couldn’t get hurt again. I won’t get hurt again. It will not happen. Then why are you here Ash?
Stupid voice inside my mind. Stupid conscious. The sad thing is, it is always right. Maybe finding this girl wasn’t meant to be. If it was, it would happened. Right?
Maybe I should do something else with my free time. I saw a drawing building giving lessons awhile back near the hotel. Maybe get that rain check at the hospital and volunteer like I mentioned. They both sounded nice. But first, I really should learn some French before getting myself acquainted with other people. Maybe that girl was only fluent in French and would not know a thing what I said if I so happened to cross paths with her. decision and challenge made.
Besides, it shouldn’t be that hard. My brain is different. And when I say that, my curse gives me an advantage to learn things quicker than most. One thing I will sure miss, if by chance the curse was gone.
Before I grabbed my jacket to leave the restaurant; Le Sud, Someone caught my eye. Could it be? Was it…Acey?
I knew that red hair anywhere, but was I imagining it? I’ve been seeing her a lot lately. Which meant It had to be my imagination. She. Is. Dead.
Unchangeable. Cannot be undone. But why is it so clear for me to see her. She started talking with a person that was with her. I didn’t see who it was, and really, I didn’t care. All my focus was on my best friend. My dead best friend. If people could see her and talk to her, than I really wasn’t imaging it. I almost jumped out of my seat of excitement and joy.
The reason I didn’t want to make new friends was because, it was dangerous, as I’ve mentioned. I couldn’t risk what qualities my curse had that could maybe hurt someone if I got to close with them. It happened before. Every time I loved, they died. And the other reason was, I couldn’t replace Acey. She is all her own. She is different, unique. She was not like other girls. I liked to think she was very mulit-talented. She loved and breathed everything. When we were kids, she was all athletic, smart, and artistic.
I knew very much later that she didn’t have multiple personalities, because she was always the kind, friendly, sweet, beautiful Acey I knew. Multiple personalities were a big issue when I was little. The people in my village thought that if you were good at various of different things, and thought more of the world like some geniuses…then you were crazy. Like if you knew something was beyond the skies. Or the sun…Did it revolve around you or did you revolve around it. The other people in the village were self-centered and wanted more. So when they heard talk about the sun not revolving around them, then it was either death, or jail.
Anyways Acey was among those people. Like I said. She was…different.
Good different though, but my people and my father’s people thought otherwise. I knew to be smarter. Wiser.
Anyways, this sort of thinking always made me lose sight of Acey. But I couldn’t help it, every time I saw her, the past, and old memories came rushing back to my head waiting to be played like a movie.
Since she was still there, the biggest question I kept asking myself now, was…Is it really her?
I put my hands in my face trying to relieve stress but still trying to make sure she didn’t leave my sight. Nope. She was real. Beautiful, healthy, and happy as always. As I always hoped.
I glanced down at my cold, favourless coffee. I really did have an intention to drink that, but there was no point now. I looked up in time to notice Acey and her friend leaving. Oh crap. I got up and bolted out the door, trying to find them, trying to find her. My eyes were welded on her just moments ago, but where did she go? She was gone. Out of sights. Not…again…
Then suddenly, I hear a woman’s voice. My first thought was Acey! But when I turned it was a heavely accented woman mumbling and trying to give back my jacket that I so carelessly left behind in the café. I said Thank you to be polite and walked steadily back to my hotel. Thinking that during those mere moments in that café, I haven’t thought of the woman at all.
I sighed as I rolled the graphite around over and over with my fingers, staining them black.
I was bored, and lovesick. How could I love? I often thought of myself as death, and wondered. Could death love? I was still human of course like everyone else. But yet different like no other human could be.
The instructor. The art instructor informed us about contrast, and to keep blacks black, and whites white. That way it would stand out more in the artwork. I was supposed to be forming shapes on the pad of paper in front of me. But I just didn’t know how to start. Acey was always better at this. She was better at everything. But back then, she drew with mud, and water. Sometime she would try to find coal in her house that she could use. As long as it was unusable to her father.
Finally, I started drawing. A few swift marks there, a round edging there. Nice movements back and forth there. And there you have it. A sphere. This was beginner, but of course, every class started like this. Shapes are everything as you may know. And so my class continued to draw different shapes every weeks for the past month.
Really, I was about to give up, but my old self never did. That and the pressure from my father, I used to never give up. Which is why I changed my mind quickly, the choice made not because of my father, but because of my old self. The self that was happy, and alive. The self that had dreams and actually believed they would come true. Me who had a heart full and not broken. Me. That’s who I did it for.
As for the class, I left, signalling the end of the class. The lesson. And went home. Where else would I go? Right. The café. In second thought. Let’s make a detour.
Things were complicated. It hinged on a lot of stuff about my old life and my old self, but I didn’t feel like thinking about it just now.
My thoughts wandered back to the girl. Can I call her that? Perhaps a woman. The woman. I’d certainly never thought so much about a person whose name I didn’t know. My mind slipped back to her every time I gave it a moment’s freedom. I kept picturing her eyes, infinite as the sky. My mind used to be so obedient, so precise. For the last twenty-four hours it had behaved more like a badly trained dog on a too long leash.
Did she live in the neighbourhood? Did she still go to school? She looked about seventeen, or maybe eighteen. Would she come back to the café and have lunch with me? Would I try to talk to her?
My heart rate was rising at the very thought.
Okay, enough.
I was so distracted, I veered off the path and nearly crashed into a sign. I looked up at it. When they call these things signs…They really mean it. What was written on the sign was a sign of her.
~
There were moments in life when words failed to convey my thoughts. There were moments when my thoughts failed to convey my feelings. Then there were moments when even my feelings failed to convey my feelings.
This was one of those, I realized when I gaped at the woman. Of course, that went away when the woman turned around, and it wasn’t her. I couldn’t help feeling disappointed. For obvious reasons. She wasn’t here. Maybe she didn’t come here day by day. Maybe it wasn’t routine. Nonetheless, I will wait, in hopes that she does come. If she doesn’t come today, then tomorrow I shall wait as well.
I almost laughed at how pathetic that sounded. The truth, I wanted to see her again. I may do anything if I had to. Which was dangerous. Hate may be powerful, but Love is also, for as you see, controls people. Well, that’s how I liked to look at it. And why I kept my distance from other people. I couldn’t get hurt again. I won’t get hurt again. It will not happen. Then why are you here Ash?
Stupid voice inside my mind. Stupid conscious. The sad thing is, it is always right. Maybe finding this girl wasn’t meant to be. If it was, it would happened. Right?
Maybe I should do something else with my free time. I saw a drawing building giving lessons awhile back near the hotel. Maybe get that rain check at the hospital and volunteer like I mentioned. They both sounded nice. But first, I really should learn some French before getting myself acquainted with other people. Maybe that girl was only fluent in French and would not know a thing what I said if I so happened to cross paths with her. decision and challenge made.
Besides, it shouldn’t be that hard. My brain is different. And when I say that, my curse gives me an advantage to learn things quicker than most. One thing I will sure miss, if by chance the curse was gone.
Before I grabbed my jacket to leave the restaurant; Le Sud, Someone caught my eye. Could it be? Was it…Acey?
I knew that red hair anywhere, but was I imagining it? I’ve been seeing her a lot lately. Which meant It had to be my imagination. She. Is. Dead.
Unchangeable. Cannot be undone. But why is it so clear for me to see her. She started talking with a person that was with her. I didn’t see who it was, and really, I didn’t care. All my focus was on my best friend. My dead best friend. If people could see her and talk to her, than I really wasn’t imaging it. I almost jumped out of my seat of excitement and joy.
The reason I didn’t want to make new friends was because, it was dangerous, as I’ve mentioned. I couldn’t risk what qualities my curse had that could maybe hurt someone if I got to close with them. It happened before. Every time I loved, they died. And the other reason was, I couldn’t replace Acey. She is all her own. She is different, unique. She was not like other girls. I liked to think she was very mulit-talented. She loved and breathed everything. When we were kids, she was all athletic, smart, and artistic.
I knew very much later that she didn’t have multiple personalities, because she was always the kind, friendly, sweet, beautiful Acey I knew. Multiple personalities were a big issue when I was little. The people in my village thought that if you were good at various of different things, and thought more of the world like some geniuses…then you were crazy. Like if you knew something was beyond the skies. Or the sun…Did it revolve around you or did you revolve around it. The other people in the village were self-centered and wanted more. So when they heard talk about the sun not revolving around them, then it was either death, or jail.
Anyways Acey was among those people. Like I said. She was…different.
Good different though, but my people and my father’s people thought otherwise. I knew to be smarter. Wiser.
Anyways, this sort of thinking always made me lose sight of Acey. But I couldn’t help it, every time I saw her, the past, and old memories came rushing back to my head waiting to be played like a movie.
Since she was still there, the biggest question I kept asking myself now, was…Is it really her?
I put my hands in my face trying to relieve stress but still trying to make sure she didn’t leave my sight. Nope. She was real. Beautiful, healthy, and happy as always. As I always hoped.
I glanced down at my cold, favourless coffee. I really did have an intention to drink that, but there was no point now. I looked up in time to notice Acey and her friend leaving. Oh crap. I got up and bolted out the door, trying to find them, trying to find her. My eyes were welded on her just moments ago, but where did she go? She was gone. Out of sights. Not…again…
Then suddenly, I hear a woman’s voice. My first thought was Acey! But when I turned it was a heavely accented woman mumbling and trying to give back my jacket that I so carelessly left behind in the café. I said Thank you to be polite and walked steadily back to my hotel. Thinking that during those mere moments in that café, I haven’t thought of the woman at all.
~
I sighed as I rolled the graphite around over and over with my fingers, staining them black.
I was bored, and lovesick. How could I love? I often thought of myself as death, and wondered. Could death love? I was still human of course like everyone else. But yet different like no other human could be.
The instructor. The art instructor informed us about contrast, and to keep blacks black, and whites white. That way it would stand out more in the artwork. I was supposed to be forming shapes on the pad of paper in front of me. But I just didn’t know how to start. Acey was always better at this. She was better at everything. But back then, she drew with mud, and water. Sometime she would try to find coal in her house that she could use. As long as it was unusable to her father.
Finally, I started drawing. A few swift marks there, a round edging there. Nice movements back and forth there. And there you have it. A sphere. This was beginner, but of course, every class started like this. Shapes are everything as you may know. And so my class continued to draw different shapes every weeks for the past month.
Really, I was about to give up, but my old self never did. That and the pressure from my father, I used to never give up. Which is why I changed my mind quickly, the choice made not because of my father, but because of my old self. The self that was happy, and alive. The self that had dreams and actually believed they would come true. Me who had a heart full and not broken. Me. That’s who I did it for.
As for the class, I left, signalling the end of the class. The lesson. And went home. Where else would I go? Right. The café. In second thought. Let’s make a detour.
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Nom update♥Oh no! where is he
going D:
And Acey, why you leave so suddenly? :)
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