It would be so good if the world ended right now! As the alarm started to murder my ears, I couldn't help but wish the end of the world. I had fallen asleep just two hours ago, but no one cared. With such a start, I hadn't expected the day to go any better than any other. Groaning one last time, I looked at the clock, too late, it said. I had to be present for a class in less than 20 minutes and here I was lying on the bed. With one last sigh and another curse to the world, I managed to get ready and looked around for some money. It was month end and as usual I was broke, pocketing the ten dollars I found lying around and left for university. The first sign.

The day was normal like any other day, lectures went on smoothly and the interaction with humans was kept minimal. Betty had been a bitch like always and tried to eat my brain during the History class but somehow I survived her too. As the classes ended, I went to library and sat in one corner reading the newly released 'It ends with us' by Colleen Hoover. I had been reading the book since two days and had almost reached the end. As I opened the book I got lost in the story. I didn't pay any attention to my surroundings untill a song started playing out of nowhere, Taylor Swift, I recognised the singer but didn't look up. I heard the librarian scold someone, followed by a small sorry by the student, raising my head up, I looked at the dark haired boy. The second sign.

I remember how beautiful his green eyes looked as they searched through the shelves while his thin pink lips muttered something. He had a frown on his face due to the fact that he wasn't allowed to play loud music here. His hands travelling through the books, touching each one and his dark brown messy hairs falling all over his forehead. He looked as if he was some prince from one of the Disney tales. Once he was done searching through, he finally took out a psychology book and started to walk towards me, I turned my head back to the book not wanting to interact with any human and started reading.

I was on the last chapter of the book, the time when Lily asks Ryle what would he do if someone did the same to their daughter. I hadn't realised when I started to sob or when the tears rolled out of my life untill I heard a voice, "Are you good?" The thick British accent belonged to none other than the beautiful guy I've been drooling over a few minutes ago.

I looked up at him in his olive green eyes, the kind you could actually get lost into, "I'm okay," I whispered back to him, not wanting him to believe I was some idiot crying over a book, something that wasn't even real. He must have realised what the matter was because I saw his gaze drifting towards my book and then back to my face.

He stood up from his place while I gave him a confused look through my teary face. He looked through his pockets for a moment, finally getting something out of his pant's back pocket. "You don't look okay," he handed me the packets he'd gotten from his packet.

I looked down to see what it was, "Tissue papers?" I question, opening one and wiping of my tears, "Thank you!" I said to him before going back to the book.

"You're welcome," he replied after some silent moments, making me look up at him. His thin pink lips were now in the shape of a small smile and his eyes were sparkling, "I am Oleander by the way! Oleander Belgrave," he introduced himself, extended his hand which I looked down at for some moments before finally taking it in my own.

"Chaitra Wilson," I replied back to him, with the best smile I could manage and we shook our hands. I saw the surprise in his eyes as I spoke my name, I didn't look a bit Indian with my blue eyes and bright complexion with the thickest British accent one could have.

His smile grew wider, "nice to meet you, Chaitra," he said, trying to pronounce my name as accurate as he could but it still sounded funny. That was how we've first met, one of the best yet the worst day of my life. Seven years have passed since but I can't seem to forget that meeting.

I closed my eyes, remembering his smile and his olive green eyes which could make you forget the world. When I opened them minutes later, the sun had already vanished and the sky was slightly darker, waiting for moon to rise. Funny how sky was a common factor between the sun and moon, poles opposite and yet sky colour itself in their colours. That's how love was, once you fall it isn't difficult to colour yourself in their colours.

I got up, walking towards the stairs after glancing one last time at the sky. Thought of him still crowded in my mind as I walked down into my room and picked a book lying on the bed. 'It starts with us' by Colleen Hoover.

After our introductions, we sat there in silence, reading out respective books for almost an hour. I didn't have much left in the book to read so once I've completed it, I had found one in library. It was 'The Hunger Games' by Suzanne Collins. I read some chapters from the book before standing up to leave and he copied my actions. At first I didn't pay attention to it but when he kept following me to the canteen, the physics laboratory and towards the gate of the university I finally decided to ask him. "Do you need something?" I asked but he didn't say anything in response, just shook his head negatively.

I shrugged it off and started to walk towards my rented flat, with him following after me. "Are you following me?" I finally questioned to which he nodded positively, still not saying a word, "why?" I asked.

He looked at me for a minute or two and then opened his mouth to answer, "because you didn't tell me how it was meeting me," he replied with a mischievous smile on his face.

I rolled my eyes, sighing and looking at him, "it was nice to meet you too, Oleander," I said, with a smile that was neither small nor fake and he grinned in response before walking in the other direction.

I was still looking at him when he turned back one last time, "we will meet soon, Ms. Wilson!" He yelled before turning back and running off, leaving me standing there with a smile on my face.

Even now a smile appears on my face everytime I think of him or that meeting. No matter how much pain he gave me but he's also the one of the only two reasons that have ever managed to make me smile. My phone buzzed, bringing me out of my thoughts about him and I dropped the book I was holding in my hand to check who it was. Disappointment taking over me as I saw it being from some credit card company. I groaned as I got up from the bed, walking to the kitchen and searching through cabinets. After some moments of trying to find something but failing miserably as I don't cook often, I ordered a pizza and ate while watching a movie and falling asleep in the living room itself. It would be so great if he'd call tomorrow.