Sotis so monts in life are so slow and deep that even the sounds seem far away. Today was also such a day. That play of Suhina still seed to be echoing from sowhere far away - like a forgotten scream, which now seed a burden to hear.
I quietly collected the books, put my bag on my shoulder and walked out of the classroom avoiding the crowd.
Away from the crowd, away from the noise, all I needed was so freshness.
Sotis a person just needs a little space for himself... just a little.
Reaching that old stone wall behind the school, I found myself in a strange relief.
The sa wall, the sa cold breeze... but today everything was a little heavy.
As if there was so unknown burden on the heart.
I leaned against the wall, slightly turned my head back and felt the cold breeze on my cheeks.
How many tis had it happened that this place had silently absorbed my unspoken pain within itself?
Today too, there was the sa hope.
Just then, I heard the sound of soft footsteps from behind.
I opened my eyes.
And saw him... Arin.
The sa Arin, who often looked different even in the crowd.
He was different today too.
He stopped after coming so distance.
He had a notebook in his hand, the sa old tiredness in his eyes... and perhaps, a little restlessness.
"You are here... I did not see you," there was no special emotion in his voice.
As if it was just a statent... no complaint, no grievance.
Still, he remained there.
He did not move, nor turn away.
I also turned my eyes away.
"I am not hiding," I said casually, as if it did not matter.
He did not say anything.
Just opened the notebook and started writing sothing with the pen.
As if it did not matter whether I was there or not.
But then... that pain pierced again in so corner of my heart. Suhina's words, the lies in her eyes, all reared their head again.
"She was lying," I said softly, playing with the thread on the sleeve of my sweater.
Arin's pen stopped.
He didn't look at ... still, his silence scread.
Sotis silences can be heard... very clearly.
"I know," he said. That's it.
But that one sentence lifted a huge burden.
My breaths deepened.
I turned a stone in the dirt with my feet.
No words were needed.
Sotis silence is the greatest solace.
"Okay," I whispered.
He was still writing sothing in his notebook, his head bent.
The wind was blowing his hair... and I was wondering, why does fate bring us to the sa crossroads again and again, when neither of us wants it to be so?
Then I heard Nami scream from a distance—
"Aira! Chips or death—choose one!"
I smiled. Very slightly.
As if so old mory had suddenly touched my heart.
And then I moved away from the wall and walked away.
Arin did not say anything.
He was lost in his own world.
I did not look back, but I felt—
A soft smile had blood on the corner of his lips.
Hidden, silent.
As if he also knew... that so things cannot be understood by saying, but only by feeling.
Arin—a strange boy.
One who speaks in silence.
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