♧ A thousand years
Instrumental

~Kindred connection ~

The next day.......

I walk in the college carrying my books rushing for my class which is about to start. When everyone settles down, I hear whispers across the room like a student, transfered, and stuff like that, a student is coming to our class in the middle of the session?, I sensed he belongs to the elite class. It is evident that he has used his connections to gain entry into the school. Or maybe a foreign exchange student? Who knows..

After some time the professor came but he wasn't alone as expected, a guy about my age or maybe a year or two older, was walking behind him.

The transfer student, was breathtakingly beautiful. Tall and graceful, with a striking presence that demanded attention. His porcelain-like skin seemed almost ethereal against the backdrop of mundane classroom. His hair, jet black, cascading down in silky waves on the forehead , and his gaze was what truly set them apart. The hood he wore was pulled up over his head. His hair, long enough to partially cover his eyes, giving him a somewhat obscured or mysterious appearance.

His eyes? Oh his eyes were like fiery orbs of obsidian, grey-black with a hint of blue, deep and intense, as if they held the secrets of the universe. His aura exuded an undeniable sense of coldness, adding to the enigmatic allure that left everyone in the room both captivated and slightly unnerved.

Those Eyes........

He didn't even spare a glance towards me, but I couldn't resist continuously looking at him, despite feeling somewhat foolish for doing so, finally, I turned my head as he moved towards the farther corner of the room and settled at the end, out of my sight now.

His presence seemed to have an inexplicable aura of mystery, making me wonder if there was a connection between the shadow I had seen and this stranger?
Oh no! I need to see a doctor Right Freaking Now!!!

Why was I thinking too much about that incident......

As the class continued, I couldn't help but feel a strange connection to him, as though I were meant to uncover the secrets behind those haunting eyes. But whatever......... I need to be normal now, I don't want people calling me a psycho.
And I definitely most definitely need to stay away from this guy He doesn't seem good for my health.

And plus by the look he gave everyone I can judge that practically He will be the one staying away from everyone lol.

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The boy's transfer had been the talk, and everyone was eager to welcome the new student. His name is Gabriel, just gabriel no surname no nothing.

Strange!

However, the very next day it was revealed that the boy's transfer had been a consequence of a unique program that the school had initiated, aimed at fostering mentorship and leadership skills among senior students. He was selected to be a mentor for junior students to help them adjust to the school environment and provide academic support. This was a secret mission known only to a few faculty members, and it was meant to be a surprise, and everyone was indeed surprised when they came to know about this scheme.

(So he wasn't a transfer student.)

But the most intriguing thing was that he talked to NO ONE, just sat at the end with his head hung low or  staring  out from  the window. He never paid attention to the teachers, However if anyone asked for his help he would gladly help them out. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but every time he was around, an unsettling vibe crawled up my spine. His presence felt off, like a puzzle missing a crucial piece. Maybe it was the awkward silence he carried with him. Whatever it was I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something about him that just didn't sit right with me.

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Present:

As I entered the crowded cafe, the warm aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the soft hum of conversation enveloped me. I found an empty seat near the window at the corner and settled in, pulling out my notebook, and soon I was engrossed in work,
I couldn't help but sense someone's gaze on me looking here and there I found no one

(That's strange!)

Afew hours later,

The cafe had dimmed as evening cast long shadows, creating a cozy atmosphere. I had almost completed my homework, trying to shake off the earlier sense of being watched. But that eerie feeling returned, stronger than before.

The room felt different, colder, and more isolated. The hair on the back of my neck stood on end. I couldn't pinpoint the source of my unease until I noticed a waiter coming in my direction with a drink in hand. He was handsome and he didn't look like a waiter at all from any angle, Wearing a crisp, neatly pressed waiter's uniform, the boy embodied sophistication with a touch of mischievous flair. The black-and-white ensemble highlighted his attention to detail, while a neatly tied bow tie added a dash of elegance. His blonde hair, tousled yet well-maintained, framed a face that radiated charm.

I was very confused as I didn't order anything, I usually bring something with me from the bakery across the cafè but I forgot.

The boy came and started putting down the drink as I spoke

"Excuse me"

he didn't look at my direction, not even once,

"I'm sorry, I think it's a mistake, I didn't order anything."

He said glancing at my direction
"Is your name Amilia?"

I looked at him dazed and nodded anyways, then he said
"This is for Amilia"

and when I looked down there was a paper folded and settled right infront of me.

I was so shocked at what was happening , As I looked up for some answers, there was no sign of that boy. It was as if he vanished.

(What could there possibly be in this paper, should I open it?)

I couldn't think straight, I did the only thing I was good at, I mustered up some courage and stormed out of the café. I escaped, I escaped once again, leaving the paper untouched. All my life I had been running, there was just this fear of finding out a terrible truth which would ruin my life - I know it's absurd - but I can't help it. Maybe the loss of my parents made me a fearful person but I just prefer no drama.

Who could possibly do that?

Who is after Amilia?

What's happening?