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Part 1 FINAL CHAPTER


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I haven’t heard from him for a while. I even wrote a few emails to him, but no replies to this date. At my art class, my teacher often tells stories about his favorite student who had quit recently. Well recently as in a year before I enlisted. He says that that student loved to write and used to write poems even during the art class. Hmm…reminds me of someone I know. Hehe. Major missing here. As all of you know that I am the darkness, I am the night, I am an obscure halo. Yea guys that’s my full pen name. obscure halo. I know that it’s a weird one but hey I am a weird girl so suck it up. I wish I could meet him somehow though. it’s been literally months since he showed up at college. Plus with him not publishing any poems on his blog and him not showing up in college, I’m kinda getting worried. But I’m sure that he is somewhat okay. My instinct tells me. anyway, that’s for today. Peace out.
-HALO
The rehab was somewhat successful for Aryan and as soon as he was out of the rehab, he went straight towards the hospital where Shrisha had been admitted. He couldn’t find her there. so she called up Yuuki. After briefly talking and asking about Shrisha, they decided to meet up at their usual junction at sharp five. He went there early just to see Shrisha hugging Sacar. he noticed that Sacar hadn’t hugged her back so he was in awe. “hey Sri!!! Long time no see” he speaks. “who are you again??? Sorry I had amnesia a few months before due to accident and apparently, I have a boyfriend.” “he is-“ Aryan stopped Sacar midway. “do you remember who he is?” he asked Shrisha. “nope! Apparently, someone named Aryan  but he never visited me even once for the time when I was hospitalized so I guess he abandoned me. n on the bright side, I’ve fallen for this guy” she says as she sits on the lap of Sacar, who was speechless by what was taking place. 
“hello Shrisha! I am Aryan.” He began “this idiot may have used my name to comfort you since he can’t confess to you directly. And there’s a fact that no amnesiac would believe If they are told that the person standing in front of them is their loved one. One has to develop the feelings from the start and from the heart just not to rip apart the soft fabric of mind that the victim has. That’s your case.” He stopped for a while and continued “wow that actually rhymed” and faked a laugh.  
Yuuki arrived a short while later and as soon as she arrived she hugged Aryan. “it was a tough journey wasn’t it?” she asked Aryan. “it was and I just received the shock that there two are in love with each other” “WHA-” ”long story. I’ll fill in the details later on. For now, just enjoy the company.” He looked inside the café and shouted “DAI! Four beers please. I’m in a drinking mood as of now” 


Later after Sacar and Shrisha had departed (thanks to Aryan’s suggestion that Scar had to drop Shrisha home) Aryan and Yuuki had a long discussion. “…and you let your love go just like that?” “c’mon who are we kidding with here. I admit that I am in love with Shrisha but she is in love with Sacar now! And he might not say this but his was a love at first sight.” He took a deep breath and smoked a puff of his cigarette and continued “I will always love her Yuuki, even if she has no memory of our time spent together. She was a pinch of hope for me.  her act of random kindness, that small act of pinching my hand as saying that she was a ‘pinch of hope’ for me was enough to last a few lifetimes. Let them enjoy. Who are we to interrupt?” “But-“ just as Yuuki was about to speak, Aryan interrupts  “don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine. For now I’ll just focus on my art and my job. Speaking of art I must rejoin the class cuz after four months in rehab, my hand’s kinda slipped their grip on charcoal-my favorite medium, not that I have any choices on my mediums beside charcoal and pencil and color pencil but still …just saying”
Blink
It was just a few months
and to be blunt
it seemed like years to me
all those hours spent dizzy
and high on meds
being a nut case
I lost the grasp on my surroundings
and a hell lota things
have happened in my absence
and as a matter of fact, I am a dense
guy, a fool-hardy
a tardy
one and so I’ve lost what I had
the grip that once made m glad
but I’ve clad
my emotions now
I have to survive this storm anyhow
but all the things of past
one those I thought will forever last
are now gone in the blink of an eye
and I’ll dye
my future from them colors
and make them colorful;
at least I’ll try

-Roi de scuro



- Yakaa: Jujaan

The second part is in the making yo. I'll post soon though. :)

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if you want some poetries here is the link to my other blog for poems. it is not regularly updated as this one so don't have your hopes up. On the plus point, i have a hell lota poems there so it ain't that bad either. hehe.

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