2. My CR? (Part 1)

║▌│║▌║▌█ 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𓆩♡𓆪 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 ║▌║▌│║▌║▌

Right now, I'm waiting for an unknown You just like how a summer is waiting for It's spring to bloom...and autumn for It's Summer to rise...

It seems cherishing the flourish with you is the best triumph I will ever have.

— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —

[PRESENT]

Ethan Pov:ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

"I said it to you because the person I like is you." He said while holding my arms.

I gulped hardly. My arms in his are wavering. The water drops are falling on the floor from our drenched clothes slowly.

I could irresistibly feel the rain pouring onto my heart.

His sudden confession made my heart flutter yet at the same time made me tremble. This is what I'm afraid of, and what I'm running from. This is something that I never unguessed. His chartreuse eyes intensely looked at the black of mine. He is unintentionally making my mouth shut.

Others used to call me dumb. Because I'm so introverted and a pushover. Others said that I'm so easy to be a tool for them.

Maybe Yes, Yes I was.

But not for all. I've my sense to be 'someone' to someone. I never wanted to be something that I didn't mean/ want to.

Unfortunately, I have had it once.

Where my ears zipped up to hear the screamings of the schoolmates and how they alluded me for someone. And I could still recall how, because of that, I made my friend cry. That is a nightmare. An unholy and unforgettable nightmare that I've ever had and has.

The school walls were filled up with my name in dark Red bold color. Which is used to criticize or bully the outcasts once a season. 'Ewee Ethan' my name has turned to it. Those screaming, yelling, and clapping in disgust filled the whole hallway of the school. My Junior Year had become a story that I could never tell to my parents and the future me. I lost a friend whom I befriended at first.

While growing up, I thought I could let it go, just like how SHE did, effortlessly. At some point, I wished it to let go of me. Seems, my psyche is not that intrepid enough like my fist.

But still, My character is not that loose to be non-decorative.

A fifteen-year-old me, who never knew anything except one. However, gradually it all made sense and had my maturity when I've fallen off of it. It's so painful then. After that, it's all pleasant and peaceful to my brain. I stopped caring about things... Even if it was on me, I started to not care that much. Until, he, the person who is in front of me, who is holding my hands tightly, not letting me go, showed up.

Desperately reading the love in Noah's eyes, Ethan finds himself in past, 'Three Years Back.' Maybe, he never did let it go. Who knows? He might be pretending to be someone when he is absolutely not. Who cares? Yeah. For Ethan, it's all 'Who Cares'. Untill, Noah singing with his eyes that he do even no one does.

No one Pov:ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

At Mr. Brick's Residence

"Do you think Ethan is being different?" Questioned Mr.Brick while sipping his hot coffee.

"What made you think like that?" Made her way to her husband with a small plate of biscuits.

"Just- Just he is being isolated these days. And whole- whole summer he was in his room. I'm just..." his face showered extreme worry.

The younger who is having her coffee with biscuits cut off the elder with a little smile. "You are afraid that he might become alone. Aren't you?"

"In these last two years, he became very odd. He did not even bring one of his friends to the house. Do you think, maybe he is being bullied?" The sudden awareness of the unknown feeling made Mr. Brick stand alertly in his place.

"You are too much. If he is being bullied, he would tell us. Don't he?" Mrs. Brick assured.

"What if the problem is hi~"

"Stop with your stupidity. His High school has started this week itself and you are already blabbering negative things huh?" thunders Mrs.Brick. "It will take some time to adjust to new classmates."

"But still the whole summer he~~" full stopped by Mrs.Brick with her raised hand. "And don't you dare to mess up with my alarm! This week I've had enough."

The latter nods in silence.

The afternoon in the Mr. Brick's garden was filled with roaring grasshoppers, hyping butterflies...

As the Sun joins along...

Ethan Pov:ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

"Be my Class Representative" I said after gulping his whole drink.

"W-what?" his eyebrows made their way to jump up. His eyes telecasted surprise.

"You see, d-due to my short time memory loss I cannot help being a CR." I stuttered. It's almost the nth time lying. I'm giving myself in.

But after what happened last time, I'm no more interested. Still, I'm not a loser. If he agrees, I'll be the winner. (Inner smirks widening dangerously with his naughty thoughts)

"So can you HELP this one time?" It isn't a question. The 'help' was stressed with a suit.

"Huh! What should we do?" he scratched his head before looking at me. "You came to the wrong person." He said with a slight smile. That smile sounded more like a chuckle.

"What are you talking about?" I bothered myself to mingle in his chant.

"You see, you are asking an Amnesia patient to help a short time memory lossed? That isn't right." expressed while moving his hands towards mine. He sounded sarcasm. He is monologuing. His brows gently stood while explaining.

Is he really a patient or..."Ah! Amnesia?" I shouted out aloud, continuing his play with the same sarcasm that he has- but also sounded a bit rude.

But, I somehow felt the guilt of sounding rude.

"Yes! I'm an Amnesia patient. Like to be friends?" His smile got bigger. Not at all a smile but a smirk. Yes, a smirk. His sudden soliloquy filled our room under the bright sun.

He suddenly moved closer to me and I moved more far until the edge of our sitting bench. Going to tag him as a 'Weirdo'.

He turned his face to my side and raised his eyebrows as a question. "What? Don't you want?" He came further close and I began to bend back still he didn't budge... Now, there is no space between us...

He also seems to avert the CR position like others.

"W-wha~~" lost my words when his fingers collided with mine.

"I see, no one wants an Amnesia boy to be his friend right?" sounded legit and a sigh left his mouth. "It's okay I understand." He wiggled his brows down. His fingers made their way to hold mine tightly...before letting them go all at once after taking the drink can from mine.

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