Ash-boss
A Thousand Stories: The Age

Today Eren appeared suddenly in front of the short-haired Laras. His figure made Laras stunned then ignored Eren on purpose. His different behavior from the familiar figure of Laras made Eren begin to ignore the figure. Let it pass at the turn of the stairs at the end of the hallway.

Eren was already about to leave once he felt something strong with his feelings. Something approached in an unusual way. Slow but sure foot steps. Full eyes but still focused. The face covered in a jacket collar that was so high, his figure walked past and pierced through Eren in his other figure. Eren turned to look at the girl he remembered he had met at the restaurant of his former housing complex.

Just a few days ago he saw the girl in the rain and passed her car. Then eat at the same time in a restaurant when he was with Laras. I wear the same jacket. A black jacket with a high collar covers up to half that part of the face. His forehead was covered with bangs under his eyebrows. Make it look only in her eyes. Large round eyes with pliable eyelashes.

Once again, the long hair was fluttered by the wind. Making Eren not turn his eyes away at all. Seeing how the part of the eye that had glanced at him was throwing away his gaze in a way that was very familiar to him.

"Dren!" the call came from Laras with his short hair. Exasperated that Eren had also ignored him, Laras with short hair turned around to look for the young man.

He held both hands in front of his chest. Staring angrily but spoiled, the short-haired Laras again showed the opposite attitude to the familiar Laras.

"Because I'm ignoring you, doesn't mean you can ignore me either!" he nodded with annoyance. There was no smile on his face, but rather the jutek attitude he showed.

While Eren felt increasingly unfamiliar with the figure of the girl in his pocket, Laras on the other side was still silent in front of the classroom door. Glanced briefly at the incident, then entered the classroom to start his lecture.

Searching for the corner-most bench, Laras recalls how the relationship Eren and Rein showed in the hallway.

"What right do I have to hate their actions!" The barrel lowers the jacket zipper on the collar part. Lowering down to the neck and then looking in front of him with a blank look.

As long as the lesson begins to the end, Laras is only pensive and struggling with his own thoughts.

What am I supposed to do now? Why is my memory still intact? And why should I I start everything back from this point on?

"The one in the corner, wants to say something?"

The stunned barrel only retorted with a small skirt then continued on with all the things that were spinning in his mind. He plays the pen he holds and occasionally scribbles the paper on his desk. Hit the pen repeatedly on his forehead and put the pen on his mouth. After a while, he sighed then frowned.

A cold wind blew slowly from the side of the window, making him re-raise the zipper and collar of the jacket he was wearing until it covered half of his face.

And from earlier all the things he did were noticed by another person who was now blending into the classroom. He is nicknamed the benevolent prince in all-white clothes combined with cream-colored trousers and blue jeans sneakers. Thin glasses decorate the frame of his eyes that look narrow but the circle of boa eyes are full and belo.

"Was she the same figure as the girl back then?"

the young man who had just mingled in class suddenly recalled the figure of a girl who was just like the figure of Laras who he knew. Reminds him of the meeting with a figure who looks like him in the campus yard a few weeks ago. The same figure as Laras. There are only differences in clothing color and hair length in both. The rest, if the two girls looked the same, no one would be able to recognize one of them well.

The barrel in the corner of the class immediately glanced at the young man. The young man she knew very well. Just as good as he knows Eren. Laras showed a smile and then refocused on his thoughts. Until the lesson hours were over, Laras was still daydreaming about the same thing.

Once we live, death will come and continually test our lives. Whether it is death by old age, because of illness, suffering, accidents, being killed, being hurt. Of all the types of death that humans may go through, death because it is time is the best. Because it signifies our duty to live our destiny as humans has ended.

But in fact, man often walks away from his death by receiving a handshake of darkness. Avoiding his fate of death many times just to prolong the suffering he kept creating. Then after his life was so miserable and below its lowest point, man loudly blamed his Creator for giving him such a miserable fate.

Realizing all that, Laras was stunned for a moment then smiled slightly. Before moving from his place now, the young man he knew already greeted with pleasure.

"Hi!" first greeting.

Sounds stiff to people who know each other. Before he could protest with the greeting, Laras immediately undo his intentions when Eren was in front of his desk and sat casually greeting the young man say 'hai' to Laras.

"Aksara! We need to talk?"

The young man immediately felt annoyed by the greeting. The greeting of a person who wants to be avoided because it always comes along with the cause of trouble is none other than the figure of a short-haired Laras who is at the sight of the real Laras, The short-haired barrel was Rein's figure. Rein is missing from the world and Rein is unknown to them.

And it's true. The figure was directly attached to Eren's arm. It was the spoiled tangle that made Eren feel even more anxious to stay away from the girl.

"You wanna talk? I can know?"

"It's a man's business. Can you wait outside for a minute?" answer the polite script.

"Why am I?" his protest. "Why isn't he?"

The accusation leads to the figure of Laras who had only hid his face on the collar of the jacket he lifted higher. As much as possible, Laras wants to limit contact with Eren and Rein because the feelings he has are still not because of the closeness of the two.

Laras raised his right hand as a sign he wanted to answer. And the answer came out in the form of an action where Laras immediately went from that place.

Just a few steps away, a pitch-black, dark-eyed shadow instantly stood a few steps away from Laras who intended to step out of the classroom. The look in the eye was certain and directed to the shadow. But after getting close, Laras did not stop his steps at all. Laras' body pierced through the dark-eyed black shadow figure and did not respond to the threat he issued to his figure.

While the dark-eyed black shadow was bewildered by Laras' attitude, Eren and Aksara were holding two other figures rising from behind their backs.

One was an unusual figure Aksara with golden furry wings wearing an elegant all-black suit. The other was Eren as the figure of the black-robed supreme guard in tatters with a circle of 7 bluish fireballs on the back of the top of his head.

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