Friend?

The Sanctuary

' I felt like I was floating, being carried in a bridal style in a firm arms of someone whom I could consider as a saviour. My mind was awake but my body and eyes can't urge myself to open up and even move a muscle. My senses were starting to get awake and I could feel even a single move from a leaf.

The burning sensation started to ease and I was starting to feel my breathing getting calm. Another sensation stung againts my skin. We already crossed the portal towards our world.

I weakly snapped my finger againts the wind as I whispered weakly in the thin air.

"Let's walk through here. They might capture us." I whispered weakly. I could smell the scent of the smoke I created. " Cover your nose. Do not dare to inhale my smoke." I added. I heard him did some movements, and later on I felt the cold and shivering breezes. We were already inside the portal I created.

"Do you know the punishments of disobeying the rule?" A man's voice uttered.

"Who are you?" I asked, a little bit dizzy.

"Me? I'm the one who saved you and the one who'll always save you." He replied with a serious voice.

"What are you, then? A guardian?" I responded, mocked him. I still chooses to close my eyes as the portal were consuming my energy.

"Think of me in that way." He responded.

"Who are you again? Your name? Or even just your kingdom." I added. My hands slipped at his shoulder where I was getting my support from. I felt weak... and I fvcking hate being weak. I don't want to look vulnerable at everyone's eyes but fvck! How can I look terror when my only choice is to be weak?! Damn it!

I felt his hands guided my wrist towards his nape, clunging my hands to his nape. I was hesitant.

"Well, I came from luthon, your highness." He replied as he was still walking while he was carrying me.

"Are you some sort of rule breaker?" I implied, curious with his existence at the scene. I heard him blew some air harshly.

"No, are you?" he added, mocking me.

"Then, why are you there?" I added, shrugging his mockery.

"Well, I was captured by someone's beauty which caught my interest, so that's why I was there." He replied.

I suddenly turned silent. So, he was also captured by that sweet-looking human girl? Tsk! Is she even capable of defending herself? She just even look like a mere weakling who's always in distress...and always needs his knights or prince charming. Disgusting.

Why does these alphas and noblemen wants to have sweet-looking girls? why does almost everyone fantasizes the shitty concept of woman being in their distress and their princes will just run with their white horses and shining swords and then, viola. A happy ending. Disgusting.'

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I couldn't help but to agree at the leading lady's words. Not just those weaklings are in need of hands that would help and pull them out with the mess they are in. Not just those who cried needed a little comforting words. Because, sometimes there are people whose mouths were sealed by their traumas, fear, and trust issues wh badly needed help. Those cold eyes who speak loudly of the onwer's pain, and agony. There are those people who were wearing beautiful smile yet when the clock stikes at 3 AM, you'd never see and image the smile they've been wearing for a long day, as all you would witness are the uneding flow of tears in their cheeks... the scars of their attempt to end their pains... and the messed, crumpled situation they are going through. Not just those who needed help shuld be rescued, there are a lot more who as suffering are also needed to be saved even without uttering the word 'help'.

Not all those you consider strong, not all those you haven't sseen any trace of sadness, not all those sunshine doesn't experienced storm. Not all those bright vibes people doesn't experience dullness, oftenmost... its them who needed to be rescued... be rescue from the blackest of black thought.

I came back from my riverie when, finally our professor made her entrance towards the classroom. Everyone, including me stood up and greeted Ms. Ledezma.

"Goodmorning. everyone. I'm sorry for being late. Anyway, take your seats and let's start our discussion for today."

The day went as usual. There were no big mouthed man thundering and filling the classroom's corners every single time. The whole day passed as usual, but I never saw Zarviel--- even her shadow being present the whole day.

I've been ignoring her presence for almost a week since she arrived at our dorm. I was feeding my whole week with just my thoughts and issues I have and had been piled up from my past.

I sighed heavily as I walked towards my room. Everyone was enthusaistic as they go out with there friends... chitchatting and totally having fun. I was a bit surprised when I felt something passed through me as I walked along the mango tree, I stopped and looked back,I didn't saw something strangethat's when I started walking again ,meanwhile reached my room I was about to open it when I remember I had left my room's key on my locker,

"What's going on why did i left my key on my locker" so I turn back and and ran before the gate of our school closes huhu. I was midway, when my steps halted with someone who was infront of the school's gate. It was Zarviel... staring the gate's name. Slowly, I took my steps more careful as I looked upwards--- looking at where she was looking.

"Zarviel..." I called out her name to snatch her attention from where she was staring. Her shoulder rose a little--- probably surprised with a sudden voice hovered.

She slowly turned her head and met my eyes. She instantly looked away as I felt my eyes hardened. I felt some unfamiliar sensation yet it was too intense. She sighed heavily before she spoke.

"I think I've been totally bothering your life that's why I choose to stay away from your sight. So... I think I must leave. " She uttered and was about to start away when I halted her.

"Wait..." I implied as I motioned her to stopped. Her actions halted as she was wearing a confused look. I smile a little as I started to come near her.

"You know, since I was a kid I am a complete loner. I am homeschooled. I never got to know the real world if my tragic past never happened. I'd probably be inside our mansion, wondering if the real world as boring as the mansion. Wondering if the real world is harmonious. Wondering if it's kind and majestic, wondering if the world world is the some sort of fairy taled world." I began, thinking the old me with the thoughts that was implied inside my head. She gazed me by her peripheral vission and didn't say anything. I smiled bitterly, remembering my childhood thoughts. Remembering, how I fantasize the real world. Remembering how good it was at my thoughts.

I sighed once again, now totally tasting the bitterness.

"I always to go outside. Meet new people and such. I was so sure that everyone has kindness in their heart. But... not until I as forced to move out the mansion by the new face man I've met. There were no trace of sadness, and mercy in his face rather than the mechievious smirk accompanied by his beared. Until, I finally live in streets, hungry and cold. There were trippers all around, there were merciless could be found. There were those who just want to have fun and want to play with humans. And, from there... I questioned 'humanity'. Where was it placed?" I added. My voice was purely cold and pain, but despite that there were still cracks of ice and through those the bitterness had always escaped... no matter how hard I try to cover it with coldness, there are still small vessel-like crackes that are the exits of th bitterness I have been keeping for years.

"I was here at this school because of the unknown reason. I just found myself, wearing this uniform. I just founf myself being with rudest strangers. And, from then... I slowly isolated myself. I am not everyone's punching bag to begin with. I'm afraid of attachment, I'm afraid of being dependent to someone's presence. So, I hope you find me logical for pushing you away. I'm just terrified of the probabilities that future have." I continue. I let out very deep sigh once again as I turned my body---facing her.

She remained silent and was looking at nowhere--- probably drown in her deep thoughts.

"Everyone are afraid to trust again... once it was then broke by someone. I feel sorry for being insensitive. I wasn't mindful of the traumas who have. I made my own pace that petrified and triggered you. I wanted to be part of your life--- I wanted to become your friend when you needed one... I'm sorry." She responded. I was confused with her respond though. She smile at me.

"W-what?" I uttered, dazed. I thought she hated me.

"I'm sorry." She said. I could feel and see the sincerity in her eyes.

"I don't need that." I replied, unable to grasp some appropriate words to respond with what she had said. She chuckled as she probably saw the tensed in me.

"Stop laughing." I added.

"I am not."

"Stop chuckling, then." I commanded as I turned my mien emotionless.

"Another command from you, your highness?" She said teasingly. My aura darkened as I look directly in her eyes.

I always seek for help, and now that it's here... I am refusing it? How pathetic am I?

"Be my friend."

*This story is 10 chapters ahead on novelcat.*

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