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13- Th surprise and the praise

There people saw a new side of Aryan; The side that was confident, the side that was a crowd catcher, a side that was entertaining. After that he rushed past the crowd while leaving everyone in awe. He walked slowly after he passed the crowd while putting a hood on and he went to the furthest corner where he was safe from all the stares and watched the rest of the program from there. it wasn’t much of the wait since it was only two more poems and judging.
People noticed this wallflower. People complimented this wallflower. People loved this wallflower. Unknown to anyone somebody besides Shrisha had fallen for this wall flower. ‘So this guy is roi de scuro eh! Who knew the person I admired from the shadows would pop out like this. Who knew that he’d be so close to me? Who knew that light and the king of darkness would be so close and who knew that they’d know each other through the barrier known as the internet’ a wallflower who was standing near to Aryan thought. She was wearing a green jacket with a hood. She had a hood on and was wearing shorts. No one could see her face and she had a book with her; the alchemist. She smirked as she looked at Aryan.

#123
Guess what? I found who the hell that idiot that I’ve been stalking or let’s say whose blog I’ve been following for so long was. Well maybe not who it was but he updated his profile and it was a pic of his face. Yes I’m talking about Roi de scuro. It was a blurred pic but I can definitely say that it is his face. Plus his poem really caught my eyes. Ohhhh! I think I’m really falling for this person. I guess I already was in love with his poems from the start but I just can’t help but ogle at his pic. It’s downloaded and saved into my folder of crushes. Hehe. Anyway that’s all I wanted to share at this time.
-halo
“nice poem!” someone said from the background to Aryan. He thanked that person without even looking at the direction of that person. It was to be expected. He always had been a closed person. The day ended without much of event except the fact that he got compliments from the most random of people. After they gathered at their junction Shrisha was the one who was babbling about how Aryan put the stage in flames. It was so that even Yuuki and Sacar had no idea about this onstage side of Aryan.


-yakaa: Jujaan
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