How They Met

The library was a sanctuary of silence, its high ceilings and towering shelves creating a cathedral of knowledge. Dust motes floated lazily in the shafts of light that streamed through the tall windows, illuminating the spines of books that lined the walls like sentinels of forgotten wisdom.

Zazm Mystic sat cross on his seat holding a thick book in his hands, his dark hair falling into his eyes as he flipped through the pages of a thick book titled 'The Infinite Paradox'.

He was lost in a world of numbers and theories, the outside noise of the bustling high school fading into a distant hum.

Here, in this realm of equations and abstract concepts, he found solace. The whispers and laughter of his classmates were a foreign language, one he had never learned to speak. They avoided him, casting wary glances his way, as if he were a riddle they couldn't solve.

"Why does infinity exist?" he murmured to himself, his finger tracing the elegant curves of a mathematical equation.

The question hung in the air, unanswered, just like so many others that swirled in his mind. He had asked his tutor once, a kind but bewildered woman, who had simply smiled and said, "Some questions are meant to inspire wonder, Zazm, not to be answered."

But Zazm craved answers. He wanted to peel back the layers of reality, to understand the very fabric of existence.

He glanced at the clock on the wall, its hands ticking steadily toward the end of the school day. He knew he should head home, but the thought of returning to the silence of his parents' house, where the only sound was the rustle of papers and the faint hum of their research, filled him with a sense of dread.

Instead, he reached for another book, 'The Nature of Time', and opened it to a random page.

The words leaped out at him, a cascade of ideas that made his heart race. He was so engrossed that he didn't notice the group of students who had entered the classroom, their laughter echoing off the walls.

They paused, glancing at him with a mix of curiosity and apprehension.

"Look at him," one of them whispered, barely concealing a smirk. "Always buried in those stupid books."

"Yeah, it's like he's in his own world," another chimed in, their voices dripping with disdain. "What a weirdo."

Zazm felt their eyes on him, but he didn't look up. He had long since learned to ignore the stares and the whispers.

To him, they were mere distractions, like the rustling of leaves outside. He was a solitary figure, a ghost drifting through the halls of high school, untouched by the social currents that swept around him.

The group exchanged glances, their laughter fading as they moved deeper into the library, leaving him in peace.

Zazm returned to his book, the words swirling in his mind like a symphony of logic and reason. He was content in his isolation, the coldness of his demeanor a shield against the world outside.

As he delved deeper into the complexities of time and space, he felt a familiar sense of calm wash over him.

Here, in the embrace of knowledge, he was free. The questions that haunted him—about infinity, about existence—were his alone to ponder. And in that solitude, he found a clarity that eluded him in the chaos of human interaction.

Zazm Mystic was a boy apart, a mind adrift in a sea of numbers and theories, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

It was already 5 pm when he glanced at the clock, he picked up his bag and started walking towards the exit. There stood a man dressed in white wearing a white hat. It was their driver.

"You were busy than usual today?" The driver asked his tone firm and soft. He had been his driver for over 6 years now. He knew what type of life this little kid lives.

"Yes!" Zazm replied, his tone cold. He didn't even looked at his driver and quietly sat in the backseat.

Creakk

The door to the mansion opened and Zazm walked in. Upon seeing him, Miranda came running towards him. She was their maid and also the caretaker of Zazm.

But Zazm just like his usual self was focused in his own world. She didn't pay it any attention and decided to serve him dinner.

Zazm went to his room and started to continue on with his books. He had already finished a lot of books and were now out of it.

"Guess, I have to ask father for more." Zazm got up and started to walk towards the window, he slightly leaned forward and took a glance towards the sunset.

"What does people find beautiful in this? It's just sun going around it's fixed axis... That's all."

He was just looking at it when a thought came into his mind. It was the first time he had decided to do something other than reading books, because it seemed fun and he wanted to try it.

He got up of his room and started to walk towards the stairs. He carefully took steps not to make much sound, as soon as he reached the door, he quickly opened it and went outside.

Outside the main door was a big garden, he just needed to cross it to escape from the house. He wanted to go out of his house alone for once.

Whenever he went his driver always accompanied him. It wasn't that Zazm disliked it, it was simply he wanted to go out alone.

Creakk

'Yes!' he had finally made it outside and now... He was free, he can go wherever he wanted to. "What should I do now?" A sign espaced from his lips not knowing what to do.

His thoughts suddenly drifted to a nearby park. Everyday on his way back from school he will take a look at it. There was a swing he always wanted to try, so without thinking much, he started to make his way towards the park.

"It's....fun" he had always traveled in cars and had never been to any places. So, it was his first time having to enjoy fresh air like this. He ran down the street at full speed.

"Huff....Huff..." He stood Infront of the park. Although, the sun had set, he didn't care he wanted to enjoy the swing now.

He was walking towards the swing, when his gaze swept across a figure sitting on the swing and.... "Why is he crying?"

Zazm decided to pay it no mind but the sobbing irritated his being. So, he decided to go and ask him what was wrong.

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