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Augustine raises his glass to yours with a smile. He's almost too eager, but you've known him for quite awhile-- he's simply excited. Typical for someone like him.
You both take a long drink, and after a little while your vision turns both bright, and blurry at the same time.
Since then, everything seemed to be going very fast. Images filled with color flash before your eyes. You remember not much except a few things: a hilarious bout of drunk karaoke (which you sang in [beautifully, but the way]). The game of cards with Ly, Augustine, Tyler, and two Hoennian men- Maxie and Archie, you think. A random Litleo walked across the table in the middle of the game. Then at precisely 3:54 A.M., you passed out on the couch facing a clock. Eventful.
You wake up still on the couch, but there's a blanket draped over you. The one who did that must have been sober; everyone who drank at that party was absolutely crazy. One could have mistaken them for someone clinically insane based on how they were acting.
You rise up from your position slowly; you feel very sick, and can barely see. A migraine- typical hangover. You look around the room careful not to disturb your head— the whole place is trashed. "Looks like Ly will have fun cleaning this up," you sarcastically think to yourself. You then decide that after you find some medicine, you'll clean up. At least somebody will.
Staggering around the kitchen, you fumble through drawers and cabinets for some pills. You've endured a migraine a few times before but you'd never really looked up the cures. Headache medicine should be fine, right? That always does the trick after awhile.
Groaning, you close drawer after drawer and cabinet after cabinet. You bump into walls, counters, and what you think is a very blurry dishwasher. As soon as you open the last cabinet in the room, someone lightly taps your shoulder from behind you. You slowly turn around to face whoever it is.
"I believe you're looking for this?" It's Lysandre, whom was talking quietly as to avoid worsening your condition. He holds up a small bottle of pills, smiling like an idiot. "Is your vision blurry? Kind of zig-zagging across the edges? It looks a bit like a rave." He laughs at his own comment, but soon stops as soon as he realizes he's being lame.
"Yes," you reply. You don't move your head- it might get worse.
"Hm. And I'm guessing you're experiencing nausea?" He looks at you intently, pupils wide. You remember this from an article somewhere on the Internet- the human pupils expand when looking at something they love... or if they're staring at something bright. Or if they're on drugs. You try to keep yourself from laughing- there's no way he's doing any of those.
"E-excuse me, are you feeling okay? Nauseous?" Lysandre asks. You realize you've been ignoring his question. You nod your head quickly, to your instant regret. The recoil is throbbing, horrible pain.
"Erm, okay. When I have migraines..." he steadies you by wrapping his arm around your back. "It always helps me to take a walk, get some fresh air. So we are going to do that, see if you can feel any better." He gently leads you in the right direction, out the French doors at the back of the room.
The doors lead to a stone pathway through a garden filled with vibrant greens, oranges, yellows, pinks. The area is very fragrant, smelling as if it had just turned spring and everything is blooming. You can't see much when it comes to details- a real shame. For the time being, you just focus on breathing deeply in the floral scent.
Only about three minutes pass before you no longer feel sick to your stomach. The blurriness has faded quite a bit, and the rest of the migraine has settled down to a dull throb. Now able to focus on your surroundings, you walk along the pathway. It eventually leads you to a small koi pond in an enclosed space, to your delight.
Watching the koi peacefully swim around and being so mesmerized by it makes you feel like a child again... something you haven't felt for a long time. One particular koi catches your eye, its body white with flecks of orange and gold.
"That one's named 幸運. Japanese for 'Fortune'. Honestly I think he's the luckiest of them all, with all that gold coloring." Lysandre's right beside you. It scares you almost, how clingy he's being. "He's just worried for me," you tell yourself. "He hasn't seen me in quite awhile, anyway."
"How did you know which one I was looking at?" You ask him. He smiles fondly down at the pond, glasses barely hiding the sparkle in his eyes.
"There was only one fish in view," he replies. "Besides, your eyes kept following it, it was abundantly clear that 幸運 was the one you're looking at. I don't blame you; he's very interesting. Once you get to know him, he has quite the personality." He rests his head on his hand, still looking down at the pond. You realized that his pupils shrank by a lot when he looked at the fish rather than you. Either you're bright, or he's fallen... for...
You fling the idea out of your mind, shaking your head vigorously. Lysandre jumps up in surprise, then laughs at his stupidity. You freeze for a moment. You focus on your head. The dull throbbing is worse now. "GOD DAMN IT!" You think, screaming loudly in your mind.
"What's going on, then? Why'd you say that?" Lysandre asks you, curious. You freeze yet again. How in the...?
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