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"...Lupa Bricallis", I answered and eagerly waited for him to take off that damn mask. He had only finally done so after I let go of his hands.
With his every movement grows more suspense in me. It's ridiculous to the point because I'm trying to remember every single detail that I have encountered or possibly have missed with him. But no, my memory is perfect, there's not a chance that I had missed a scene in the story or our chapter. Of course, our dialogues are different but nonetheless everything else is still going as in the pace of the story and all the important moments. The only thing I missed up was our meeting by both of us almost dying in a cliff.
That vine from the cliff, his unnatural appearance with long brown hair that doesn't suit him. Still a look, but it doesn't suit him. To some degree, I have witnessed his power. His accent and that shift to another language that I could not understand whenever he's startled and that damned jewelries. For a boy, he is quite fashionable…too fashionable for my culture. It is him.
The intricate patterns of the craftsmanship on his gold bracelets and bangles, his golden belt, and green emerald earring that dangles on his left ear. Even his wooden mask had some fine details on them. His lightweight yet heavy looking sheep white robe that is still a bit wet and now turned to dirty brown and stained from the adventure we went through, he's wearing a shirt beneath it but I could not inspect further.
I'm noticing all of him because of my anticipation. But as I continued to facet his clothes and accessories, I began to notice his hair slowly changing turning lighter or was it changing color as he took of his mask? The transformation was very subtle that if you stared long enough you wouldn't be able to notice it but it became a bold color, white. A warm white. Then, he finally revealed his face.
My eyes pierced yet widened at the same time from the sight. I was frozen. Almost as if I was seeing his face on a microscopic level for me to recollect every part. Time had stayed still for me. I felt relief, fear ,and pain all at the same time.
But…
Why is this being in front of me?
His eyelashes were the last to change color and when he opened his eyes and looked at me, that's when I finally got to see his whole face.
His hair a warm white like milk, skin fair with a tint of tan and eyes special, with two different shades of wisteria and halogen blue.. He had a few freckles on his face enough to be noticeable and a small mole on his forehead and his right eye and just another dot besides his left eyebrow. When he blinked and the sun ray flashes on his eyes, they seemingly glowed like crystals and satin. His hair either flowing like the pretty white foam bubbles on waves at the beach or the slowly melting snow under the sun. If I were to pick a strand, I'd worry they'd be transparent. His looks could not blend in with his green background, he stood out too much, he is too bright. Now I understand why he opted for that disguise of a brown hair.
Though it may be a different hair, different face, different body, he can change his appearance all he want but I'd still know it's him.
As handsome as ever. As charming as can be and the only warmth that pricks at this arctic.
Different memories, ones I tried my hardest to forget, recalled again painfully as I felt my heart ache. All of his appearances still locked in my head and vivid, I could not even count how many, I just know it's all him. Now, I grew even the more paranoid of how long we had actually been living lives. Thousands…millions…perhaps, billions? The thought alone was making me nauseous. Suddenly, I could no longer face him strongly.
My breathing grew heavy as I begged my tears not to fucking escape my eyelids. I want to look away but I can't, I longed to see him, I am now and I'm glad to have met him once more but I am deeply regretting it. Anywhere else, but please not again in this battlefield.
"Snow fairy…"
"You look like a snow fairy!"
I bit my tongue to force myself to speak and not wait until he gets suspicious of my reaction, thank gods I'm against the light so my face is shaded. He won't be able to interpret my change in expression.
"U-until we meet again, my Prince", I heavily forced a smile but felt my eyelids wet with the tears now that I've almost squint my eyes. I can feel the smile lines on my cheeks shaking.
I'm begging you not to come any closer.
I took a small step back as I looked him in the eyes, I hope I looked sad not pained like I am just disgraced that my friend is already leaving. He fortunately understood my gesture and finally walked away. The swift cold breeze from his direction blew at me and I could subtly still smell his scent. My vision growing even the more blurry with these threatening tears. I could not hold them any longer, luckily he was now by a distance. I don't know if I'm relieved he didn't see me cry or I dreaded it that he didn't recognize me the way I did him. I wanted him to leave my sight as fast as possible, but my body paced back and forth having the urge to ran to him and berate him with questions. But I doubt he still remembers, if any of them do.
"What---", I stopped myself when I realized what I had just done or was about to do.
"What the hell are you doing in this life!"
My tears wouldn't stop falling as I panicked and walked in small circles trying to calm myself biting my nails as I do it. I couldn't just let him go. But what was I supposed to say, that I knew him from different lifetimes? I forced my thoughts on the story.
"What should I call you?!", I fortunately yelled out instead. I felt a small sense of relief, glad that I didn't mess up my words.
He stopped in his tracks and looked back at me. I felt my heart dance.
"Klysh!", he half-lied with a smile. It was still technically his name, just not his first one.
Drazhan Klysh Arik
I laughed when I realized that even just by the sound of his voice and it echoing from the distance was almost like him calling out to me even though it was the opposite, he was saying his name, yet it brought gleefulness within me. How pathetic that is. And I hate it.
I clenched my nails into my palm and waved to him with the other. This blurry painting of him waving his hand at me with a smile by the distance well probably be the last true moment I'll have with him in this life. When he was finally out of my sight that's when I dropped on the ground and let my heart pour out along the noisy sound of the temple bells loud ringing. I forcefully muffled myself by biting on my cloak before crying endlessly. Hitting the ground if must be to keep myself together.
I am puzzled, becoming paranoid. I didn't know he'd be here in this world. How am I to do now when you are here?