{ ball / leaving Freya }
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“And you know better, I’m guessing?” It wasn’t that hard not to miss a hint of skepticism in the girl’s voice. And to answer that question - yes, he does know better. And Hayes hopes that soon everyone else will know exactly what he was thinking at that moment. Well… To really answer her question… Yes, he also knows better than to waste his time on getting intoxicated and being friendly with everyone. That’s what teenage years are for, what this year is for is something completely different. Completely different from everything he’d been doing in this institution these past few years.
”One learns quickly in this environment,“ Hayes replied almost cryptically, his tone betraying little emotion. What he did not like about this moment is that he could not read the person he was talking to. Could not see if that could’ve been someone who could truly understand him, and not just the words he’d been using in this interaction.
As Freya’s attention shifted back to the crowd, Hayes followed. His gaze swept over the sea of faces with detached interest. Most of them he did not care about nor did they care about him - didn’t one of his friends, or simply frenemies call him a creep? Yet, he still wanted to save them all. Reaching for the cigarette pack in his pocket, he found himself smiling at the girl’s words, her jest about the loud music and bustling crowds. He had to appreciate the subtle humor in her words. ”Yeah,“ Hayes mumbled, that one cigarette resting between his lips stopping him from speaking normally.
As the smoke curled lazily from the tip of his cigarette, Hayes took a drag, the ember glowing briefly, matching the light of candles in the ballroom. [color=“#a19989”]”The loud music and bustling crowds,“[/color] he simply repeated her words, not getting the answer he might’ve been looking for. And what exactly was he expecting? Whatever it was he should’ve known better - like this he will never get it. [color=”#a19989”]”But considering how this all works, I can’t exactly claim obligation, can I? It’s not like anyone would notice if someone went missing,“[/color] words followed by a shrug of his shoulders, exhaling a cloud of smoke. ”You never know when it can happen-“ Getting a little lost in his thoughts he was ready to go on about the current event the headmaster talked about but something or someone caught his attention.
A girl.
A girl who just seemed so familiar. A feeling of something not being right. Something felt off.
”Excuse me,“ he murmured abruptly, a hint of urgency lacing his tone as he stepped away from Freya. Without another word, Hayes retreated into the crowd, his mind consumed by thoughts of the mysterious girl and the unsettling familiarity she evoked. That was until he noticed her collapsing and the path to her got blocked. A chance to see who it was lost.
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@/novella - Freya
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