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It was somewhere around mid-summer of 2017 I guess. He was walking down this dark alley of Obscureville, smoking and drinking canned coffee. He always loved doing this; drinking coffee and smoking while taking a midnight stroll. Yes it was midnight. Dark clouds gathered in his mind and while the extra dark coffee tried to clear his mind, those thoughts tried to fight their way into his mind and somewhere among those thoughts he saw a face. He smirked.
2015, the year when an unexpected event in his life occurred.
Criss always had a knack for portraits and in fact he was even going to a portrait sketch class. He’d been going ther for over a year and was excelling at his own pace. He was fairly getting good at charcoal. He was calm, friendly but slightly damaged if you must say. But that’s not the important part here. An acquaintance of his had asked to teach her older sister how to sketch. Agreeing to her request he called up Simran; the older sister.
At first he was somewhat reluctant but as they met more and talked more he began to teach her full-heartedly. He remembered a quote from an anime he used to watch
“doing things half-heartedly only results in heart breaks”
-TSUTSUKAKUSHI TSUKIKO (CHARACTER)
     -HENTAI PRINCE AND THE STONEY CAT (ANIME)
He saw sense in that line and began to teach what he knew to Simran with all that he’d got. Time passed and they got closer. They visited each other’s house and, talked to close family members and took advices about almost everything. Even though they had master-apprentice kinda relation, it grew onto friendship and something more than friendship. Just not best friends yet.
It was a sunny day and Criss and Simran were doing their sketching and while doing that they were talking. Simran was listening to the problems that Criss had in life and was giving advices to him. They were also talking about sketching while drinking some coffee. Strangely both of them preferred extra dark coffee, NO SUGARS PLEASE. They were laughing, drinking, sketching and talking all at the same time.
Soon it was time for Simran to leave. She had a job to go to. Criss dropped her halfway and while leaving Simran said her last verbal words to him
“Maybe we’ll be more than best friends someday sensei. Maybe we’ll be closer than we are now. No! I’m sure of it so sayonara till our next meet Sensei.” And she walked off.
They stayed in touch. Nothing much, just regular chit chat but he remembered her last words every time they texted. Then one day it happened. It was a large scale destruction and a lot of people died during that unfaithful event. He was calm since he was among those who survived. Next evening, he turned on the T.V to hear the news that’d leave him unable to cry “Due to the collapsed building those who were in the building have perished. The names are……
Yes Simran was among them. He cried that night, so hard that he stopped feeling the sadness at all.
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He held the empty can of coffee, he smiled. “your words still ring in my ears even now Simu. Thanks to you I’ve survived much harder trains without tears. I can cry but you gave me the power to stop the tears. The power to choose. Thanks Simu.” And as he said this tears flowed from his eyes.
Yes he was crying.
-   Seul Voyager

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