Deja Vu [ Lilian Ashley ]
38. A Love Story Already

June three, that is today. The morning I woke up, went to college and went to the cafe. Maybe I should add other activities to vary my daily life.

Now, it's morning by noon. I was in the clubroom painting and staring at a canvas board containing Zack's painting. More suitable is called a sketch for me, because it only contains a lineart without color. I picked up a new ballet and poured some paint on it. Then, the brushes began to dance slowly in coloring the various hues on the canvas. Little by little, sprinkles of lighting, shading scratches and some details.

The end is over and the result of this painting before me has caused a sense of shock in my mind. Not because it is my image or too good, but the details of the water flow picture from the second part of the eye. However, the two colors are different. Started black and white. Since it was white, I decided to give it a bright effect. Black, I just let it. Not only that, an earphone is pictured with a perch on the neck.

I saw this painting thinking that it was like I was crying because of Zack's earphones. However, where there are black tears. Maybe tears of disease, but don't let me be like that.

I'd better take this painting home and put it on display in the apartment. This is the first gift from Zack, I have to keep as a first memory. Therefore, after drying the painting, I immediately stepped home and left the last class hours that were not attended by the lecturer.

In the middle of the road, I happened to meet Zack who was playing mobile with one hand. Then, additional earphones are attached to his ear. If I called him from a distance that was not too close, he would not have listened. I decided to go up to him and put my face in front of his phone screen.

"Hi!" my broom that made Zack surprised in the form of a slightly rounded eye expression.

She must have felt strange because I kept seeing her. While I was just a new person he knew and tried to get along with it without any particular business.

Zack took off his earphones and replied, "isn't it still time for you to go to college?"

I put on a big smile while showing the painting I brought to Zack. "I'm ditching to show you this painting."

"really?" Zack asked me a sign of disbelief. Joking a little might be okay.

Zack turned his face to the painting I had painted. His eyes squinted in looking at the entire detail and began to chuckle a little.

"There's one that hasn't been colored yet" Zack said, drawing out his index finger.

My mouth was flabbergasted as Zack had his index finger scratched intentionally by his thumb nail in the same hand. Like finger-picking, but in an absurd way. Then, I was even more flabbergasted when the index finger started touching the canvas. I saw the part of the painting stained with blood, black tears and now red tears. Or maybe it was tears of blood?

I'm talking about the work I brought. Zack's finger was injured, it was dangerous for him. Immediately I pulled his hand and stared with pain.

"You hurt your finger intentionally, it could be an infection!" I said with high intonation.

Zack's face only displayed meaningless innocence. "Just a small wound, nothing to worry about."

"Not to worry? Don't slur the no-no. Let me treat it immediately," I said loudly as I pulled Zack's hand to follow me.

"Where are you going?" ask quickly.

My head turned to answer, "To my apartment to treat you. Oh, yeah, I want to put this painting on display."

Instantly my steps stopped as Zack refrained from moving. I looked at him in confusion, and without speaking like this he definitely knew what question I was asking without opening my mouth.

"Why are you being so good-ass?" Zack threw the question at me with a glance.

I held the hand that I was holding tightly, and then looked into the eyes that were looking at me sharply.

"What ..." Zack's words began to soar and I waited for his sentence to follow up. "What is your purpose in approaching me like this?"

"Nothing" I said with a lie that must have been evident on my face. "I'm a freak, I like to approach people who are new to the world. Moreover, such a familiar snob. Then why? Was wrong?"

There's nothing I can prove to make him believe that I'm the girl he's been after to death. I will not accept the fact that we are two people who cannot be together. I will dispute that statement, even if the world opposes it. Now, I can only repeat what was the beginning of the story between me and Zack, even if time repeats itself and does not allow us both to remember the original memories of the past.

"Not to think about it" I said, trying to smile as sweetly as possible. "I'm not a bad person."

After saying those words, Zack stared at me. Not a look of disgust, displeasure or hatred. Except between confusion and surprise. I don't know, I don't know for sure either. But now I managed to get him to step foot when I tried to pull his hand again.

We went straight to my apartment without further ado. When I arrived, I immediately displayed the painting on the wall near the balcony. Then, I took out a P3K box to give her an external wound medicine and plaster that could wrap her finger.

Without getting rid of the focused gaze in treating, I replied, "How difficult is it? Shouldn't it be more free? Try your moves."

Zack's moving his index finger.

"I think it's going to feel stuck" Zack said with a slight amazement.

I blinked my eyes and asked, "This is the first time your finger has been plastered?"

He looked at me and raised both eyebrows marked as saying yes. "Again, who cares if I've been hurt before this."

"I care" I replied involuntarily and immediately realized that I had slipped.

"For before this?" Zack looked at me intently as a result of noticing my ambiguous speech. "I talked about things before. Are you misrepresented?"

Maybe it's time to tell her a little truth.

"No, I didn't misrepresent," I replied innocently. "I also speak of the past."

I immediately glanced up because I felt that something was wrong with my words. We met on July 20. Doesn't that mean the future?

"Maybe the future. Ah, I don't know." I began to get confused in talking about this topic. "I'm confused too."

Zack paused for a moment before saying, "In conclusion, have you met me before?"

"To be more precise, we were together before this." Kuralat sentences Zack with low intonation and returned his gaze fixedly. "Don't you remember me?"

"Not at all." That answer sounds so strong. It's natural for him not to remember me.

Likely, the cause of my memory loss is death. Zack did too, he lost his memory of me after getting stabbed and we got up together to repeat time in this original world.

Given how the look on his face I saw in the last breath, even more frustrating, now it makes me almost shed tears. How can I let go of the person who thinks I'm so important in his own life?

My eyes began to glaze over and I held back tears by looking up. Before Zack knew my wits, I quickly stood up and turned my face away.

"I forgot that guests should be served drinks. Wait, I'll make you some tea" I said as I said tears that had fallen and went to the kitchen to make tea.

After I felt my eyes dry, I came back with a sweet tea and served it to Zack.

"If we've been together before like you said before, what if you told us from the beginning of our meeting to the end?" Zack asked me with a light smile.

Spontaneous I chuckled small.

"The difficult question. What if ..." I stretched my hand towards him while sitting. "We started our meeting from now on until I can tell you?'' After saying this, I continued my sentence. "Or until you can tell me the beginning of our meeting?"

'As before'. Those are the two words I want to mention at the end of my sentence. But, Zack definitely could not understand.

The pale-skinned hand greeted me with a small shake and said, "Alright. But, maybe I'm not as good as you think."

"Is that a warning?" I asked who knew the meaning of his words.

"true."

"Whatever your warning is, I've been ready since the beginning of your meeting with me in this world."

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