THE PRINCE OF THE SUBCONSCIOUS
eps.6

If love is sacred, why does it always hurt? The question kept shrouding my mind. As the sun drowns in its rays, the swastamita changes night. My daydream is now on the verge of the border, between the past and the present. It all seemed to be a drama that I could feel real, an illusion based on reality in the original. My shadow soared, crashing against the walls of the past. It evokes a pain that I have long buried deeply. The pain of loss, the loss of a sweet man who once adorned every space of my life. The sweet smiles seem to be more and more clearly visible, even if only an imagination. That's the time, where every beat is a story.

This is my story, my story,

My name is Mei Anandia,

Flashbacks

April 25, 2015

A deep night, in the sky the stars scattered, flickering its rays and also the moon smiling faithfully accompanied. After coming home from Flora's house half an hour ago, I was still pensive. Pop music runs through my ears. Plus the wind blows, making my body feel shivering.

I still remember the incident last afternoon at Flora's house, when Arya who suddenly approached me and smiled sweetly at me, her eyes implied sincerity. For some reason, his smile seemed to be a magnet in itself, like I am an iron that is attracted to magnets so difficult to avoid. This time I felt something strange about me, not as usual. A miss? What am I feeling now? Is this love? If so, why so soon? Those thoughts seemed to fill my thinking space, intertwining with the beat of pop music with a very touching melody.

My eyes have begun to be spicy, want to feel to immediately lay down the body on the soft mattress and the beauty of the dream country. With a limp step and slightly closed eyes, I put my foot forward to the door of the room which was no more than 10 meters away from where I was sitting at the moment.

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The sun has been as high as the spear. I thrust my feet into the room at 7x13 meters, the sound of laughter began to be heard. The voice was getting clearer, as my footsteps got closer. My eyes stared at the whole room, I saw one face, a face that was no longer unfamiliar to me, a face that last night made me miss, looked sitting sweet, singing beautiful songs with guitar quotes ringing in the strings. Her face looked shady, united with the adorning sweet smile.

"May!" he said when he learned of my arrival, waving his hand and smiling.

"Oh my goodness! Arya called me." I cried out in my heart, I can't believe this. My heart was pounding, cold sweat pouring down my forehead.

He got up from his seat and walked to the front of the class, I still did not understand what he was going to do. With a sculpting position, I saw him.

"I love you, Mei." Arya.

"What makes you love me?" I asked the questions that somehow came out.

"You want to know what makes me love you?" He asked back.

I just nodded.

"Because of this..." He showed me a worn-out purple handkerchief.

I now remember, that handkerchief, mine. And yes, I used to put it in her hand when she got hurt, a year ago. He still keeps it?

"Yes," I nodded slowly, then lowered my head as my cheeks had now turned red.

"Yes?" He's making.

"Yes, I want to" I said shyly.

For the last part, I heard the screams of the entire class, mixed with whistles, and there was even a yell, "Cieee!!"

From then on, I officially dated her, Arya Virgosatya. The days went beautifully, not a single grieve slipped while with him. I love him so much, and he might be the same.

He always said good-bye through short messages of affection. To make me always miss him even if I just don't meet for a moment.

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