- Post-LR - Fragments of the Past

        Right, that was a good question.

        “I haven’t been here for very long, but there is this one restaurant that I like to visit often.”

Noel is what one would call new to the city. Unfortunately his options were quite limited when it came to dining choices. For the next outing, he will allow her to choose. Though, he is not the type to indulge in take-out often, either. Time will surely be put aside for them. Thankfully he is not a picky eater, and will indulge in anything that tickles his fancy. Spicy foods, savoury foods– meat in particular– seemed to be associated with fond memories. So long as the chef cooks as if he is serving family and not the public, he had a tendency to be a repeat customer. Some had already memorized his name due to this.

This time, he will take it upon himself to purchase both their meals. It is a gesture of respect, seeing how he was the one to suggest the idea. It would be a quick meal, perhaps a small chat would spark between the two while they waited as well. Conversation was the most effective way to become better acquainted with another. Noel is reserved around strangers, but quite talkative among friends. Oftentimes he is sought out by others in order for them to listen to tales recited originally by his grandmother. They were often superstitious, accepted by the credulous. She spoke of the old, lost world. Of course he would share, but he always cites a disclaimer before doing so.

        “It’s not too far, maybe a block or two from this bookstore, actually.”

And so he nods, preparing and inspecting his belongings while taking a mental note of the location of his books, which will be retrieved later. Noel decided on this restaurant for two reasons– one being the choice of location, which is within walking distance from this store. Second, the prices were fair for such decent food, which was an actual rarity in this day and age. They are not necessarily of gourmet quality, but they are delicious nonetheless. In times of fast food, grease, and cheap ingredients, it is reliving to see a restaurant take pride in its menu. And he is glad it does not cost a fortune to enjoy fresh food.

Travelling by foot is a habit to him more so than the use of other modes of transportation, and he hopes she does not mind the walk. Not wishing to become lazy, as it has a negative impact on his discipline, Noel is very attentive to his health. Not similar to a fanatic, no, he does so in moderation.

This cannot be said for his dedication.

A sharp mind is required for his field, which is essential if he wishes to be successful in his studies. But this also means he must count down the days remaining of his freedom, as stress and sleepless night are often included with the semester. There is something enthralling about his studies that makes it all worth– not the grades, nor the recognition, but the mere satisfaction gained with his accomplishments. And it is all he requires to remain motivated. It is exhilarating, but also the reason why he is the butt of the joke when with friends. They often mock him playfully due to his commitment.

Of course, he is well aware of his limits, and will take a break when need be. But even then one could hardly call it much of a moment of repose, he is usually working just as fiercely on some other project.

        “Okay, ready?”

He gives a thumbs up, ensuring his wallet is still in his pocket so he does not embarrass himself once he is required to order. Now he wonders why he is so particular about this. If he had succumbed to an honest mistake in the face of another stranger, he would have easily brushed it off. But he is rather meticulous with his actions since meeting Yeul, and it has just barely been an hour.

Noel opens the door and gives a brief wave to the owner, as if to apologize for his sneaky behaviour prior, and offers for his companion to exit before he does.

                     —————— {❀} ——————

Yeul did not mind that Noel wanted to show her a place he had found on his own – she was rather glad and almost excited, which was an almost unknown emotion to her, to be able to see another facet of this world. Although she was constantly spending so much time being alone, merely being pleased with the blue lines she magically made appear on the paper sheets in her very own room and the books who accompanied her during dark, empty times, she was actually not that familiar with every single street nor house of the city.   Not that she was not particularly interested in this place, where she lived in ever since she had been born, but nature seemed to be way more appealing than actual grey, meaningless buildings.   

                  A ᴄᴏʟᴅ ʙʀᴇᴇᴢᴇ﹐ ᴀ ɢᴇɴᴛʟᴇ ᴡɪɴᴅ ᴄᴀʀᴇssɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴀɪʀ ﹣                                       ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴀs sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ɪɴsᴘɪʀᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ.

Yet the chance of seeing more than this – more than the line of azure blue in the sky and the bewitching sight over the great bridge – was definitely appealing. Like an illusion of peaceful harmony that almost gave her…strength. She pondered whether it was naïve to think this way; why she needed a reason to follow this path, an unspoken wish of her heart, to see more of this world. A reason more than simply being a good girl who would make her parents proud some day, even though they don’t even saw her growing older. Time had turned to dust just as more leaves had fallen in their yard over the years , but they had never watched her. Happiness – she certainly could feel it; warmth created by family - but as soon as her parents disappeared for their work she was all alone again. A girl in the shadows,  that was everything she ever had been – and still she could not feel more than gratitude. She was not lonely, but strong. She had to believe in this… Mature and different; this was the girl she had become, a young woman even – and still there was an invisible cage, a faint memory of something she had forgotten. But as her eyes met the deep, azure blue of Noel’s eyes, her heart felt a sudden amount of courage, something she was not used to. So it didn’t matter for her small, naïve soul where he would lead her – it was the only right thing to do. This faint emotion of strength she had never possessed; a soft embrace deep within her soul was enough to know that. No light - not another glimpse of something she had long forgotten and turned to oblivion was needed for this realization.

                  Hᴇʀ sᴏᴜʟ ᴡᴀs ᴛʀᴜᴛʜғᴜʟʟʏ sᴘᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ ʜᴇʀ ʟɪғᴇ.                           Sʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ﹐ ᴄʟᴏsᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ ᴛʀᴜᴇ sᴇʟғ.

Yeul gave a simple nod, although a pure smile on her pink lips appeared. Even merely speaking with this stranger, no Noel, was already making her be closer to the happiness she ever wished for her daily life. This pure, familiar conversation as they already were old friends who just reunited… It almost made her heart ache. 

                        » If you like this place that much I am certain I will also like it.                            Because this place is special to you, isn’t it?                            As long as you’re happy with the choice you’ve made,                              I won’t regret coming along.                            It surely needs to have good food –                            and I’m glad that you’ve already found such an important place for yourself.«

Her words were honest, not a product of false politeness – she truly meant it the way she said it. Was it odd or even forbidden to enjoy such small smiles of someone she barely knew? No, her ancient soul told her it was alright; that she was fine by only seeing that he existed, being the steady man he appeared to be.

Beneath her long lashes she briefly blinked over to the shop owner who was setting up his shiny oval lenses on his nose. He had certainly noticed that the two of them were having a conversation, yet the older man did not intrude. For a very long time the elder did not seem to be that lonely with his bookshelves and his fine cookies on the table near his desk. The girl did not know whether he was trying to appear strong, like she usually did – but something told her that he would not try to stop her to leave the store right now. A small pain, maybe since she could partly understand his loneliness stung inside her pure heart; truly being worried whether he would be alright if she left only for some time… She patiently waited for Noel to be ready to leave, but even then she had to glance over to the elder man once more…

                            » Yes, I am ready.                                I just need to say goodbye to the storekeeper for now.                                I do not wish to make him worried about me.                                But I think he will surely have something nice for you                                once you come back to pick up your books.                                He always remembers the faces of his beloved customers.                                You won’t find anyone who is kinder than him in this city -                                he certainly deserves to find some happiness even now. «

She gave a cheerful smile, not a small lie created solely to appear strong. Her head turned around and with small steps she moved towards him with a gentle expression on her usual blank face.

                            »I will leave for now, good man.                               But I’ll come back and then I’ll help you with the new arrivals later. «

The man gave a faint chuckle as he repositioned his old glasses, shortly glancing over to the stranger standing next to her. He understood. Yet in the reflection of his eyes was something hiding. An expression that felt empty and numb - loneliness.

             [ «Enjoy yourself, child. I can’t turn back time to become younger to accompany you two, but I’ll be waiting in this little store. So give this old man a little of your time when you can spare it. I appreciate all of your help, Yeul – but you also need some time for yourself. So forget about this man for now and have a little bit fun as long as you’re still young. « ]

  Mayhap the girl felt sorry for the older man in this moment; but only for once she had to follow her own heart. Even with the number given she wanted to accompany Noel to this place he had mentioned. Only for this day… She would leave. Leave to find her own purpose, her own fate. She offered another cheerful smile to the man, a silent apology. What her soul wanted to tell her was that clear that she didn’t need to hear the whispers echoing inside her heart.

                        »Yes…                           We will leave now.                           Have a good day. «

With these words she turned back to Noel, giving him a silent nod. She moved over to his side, like a friend would do – and it was also her first time doing this  - being that close to someone, standing there like she was part of his life. A friend she was not. But being friends with him…was all she wished for right now.

     Hᴇʀ sᴏᴜʟ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʀᴇᴜɴɪᴛᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪᴍ﹐ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪғ ʜᴇʀ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀɪᴇs ʀᴇᴍᴀɪɴᴇᴅ sɪʟᴇɴᴛ.

                                            ….Was it wrong to wish for this…?                                                                                  T h i s   t i m e ...?       

                        —————— {❀} ——————

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- Post-LR - Fragments of the Past

        Uncertainty was acceptable in this case. Many youths had flexible ambitions, general knowledge rather than a specialization. Noel found it more viable to encourage others to discover oneself first, never encouraging stagnancy as it would stifle creativity, as well as the prospect of a more rewarding career. He was more decisive than most, the possibility of pursuing an alternate profession was a potential reality. Though he was not considering a change any time soon. Noel wished to become an instructor due to the unsuitable system being utilized now. The younger generation was expected to have a clear outlook of their life, a near unattainable achievement for such tender years. He found it to be a inappropriate question to pose, a trap, one that elicits anxiety in minds too young to even fathom the network of paths one could pursue in this world. It was healthy to have a dream, but unhealthy to make it mandatory to figure out a career by eighteen. Life was a continual lesson, and one should never settle with what they know for extended periods. Yes, it was true that some chose to settle for less, but he did not. So his question to Yeul regarding what she wished for was only a clue, not a definite answer that he sought.

Saying ‘I do not know’ was still considered adequate, though he hoped she was saying such because she was still on the journey of discovering herself.

Knowing that she had a wish was sufficient as well, a smile still broad upon his lips as she explained. To make others proud, rather than feeding off the infectious pride of ones own achievement was rather selfless, and he was content that she shared the same ideals as he to an extent. Earning praise from a complete stranger was no doubt an interesting twist, one he had come across rarely, but it was a refreshing change. She held so much faith in him, although she had only unveiled the beginnings of his character, that of which he only presented to the public, to strangers. His true self was another matter, and she had barely scratched the surface, he was quite a complex man. Even through a lighthearted exterior, hidden beneath was the result of extensive self reflection. Noel had a tendency to question whatever theories came across his path.

Yeul was quite peculiar to him, and it was flattering that she was so curious about his future. A rare occurrence indeed. He believed himself to be more mediocre than anything, but it felt almost criminal to not befriend her. How often did he come across another not engrossed in their dependency of technology, or captivated by their own ego? Very rarely. And he took comfort in that fact. As of late, even longtime friends of his have been overly devoted to their own agendas rather than others.

        “Thank you, Yeul.”

Soft, projected in a mild tone, his voice had lowered enough to border on a whisper. Almost as if he had been moved. Moved by the words of a stranger, one who had been so willing to spill unbridled appreciation, honest through and through. Not embellished to earn his approval, but a courteous, genuine expression of praise.

No— She is not a stranger.

And he nodded his head gently at her request. Why was she being so open to him? So transparent? She had claimed to have known him, though he was wondering if it stemmed from another source— like a dream rather than a memory, mementos of the past seemed too far-fetched for it to be plausible in this world anew. Who knew he could make an acquaintance in such a way? But somehow, she felt warm, pleasant to be around. A feeling of familiarity that was not present when he first encountered those he labelled as his close friends. And again, he felt it to be criminal to not better acquaint himself with this particular young woman, supposing it best to schedule time aside to get to know her. The books could wait until tomorrow, Noel was in no rush. Besides, it gave him reason to revisit the shop, properly greet the elderly owner, and possibly charm a newfound friend.

There is another nod from him, lips pressed to a thin line as he experienced an epiphany. No friend had influenced him as she did with words alone, action usually accompanied them. But she had been so sincere with her words, so skillful in her articulation that he wondered if she would be better off being a motivational speaker— did he ever feel inspired.

It could not have been coincidence for these two to meet.

        “Thank you for the kind words. I appreciate it. I really do. It’s rare to come across people like that, you know?”

Aside from the support from his kin, he was accustomed to cheering himself on.

        “Maybe one day you can show me the art that you do?”

And as he says so he retrieves a pen from his pocket, housing the same ink to mark the list with titles. He began to tear at the corner, separating a sole piece. A sequence of numbers was written, a method of keeping in contact with him for future conversation. Though, he was not fully dependant on a cellular phone, preferring face-to-face conversation over the digital alternative, it was a good accessory to have.

        “I wouldn’t mind a bit of help to reach my goals. In exchange, I’ll help you, too.”

And he offers the sheet of paper, smile still upon his mien.

        “But that’s for later, right? Starting small is good, so it may be best to get to know each other a little better in the meantime. The more you know someone, the easier it is to teach them. So how about I treat you to lunch?”

Just as understanding oneself made it easier to understand another.

;{❀}          It was completely new to the girl that one was truly showing some kind of interest in her hobbies since she had been mostly by herself. Yeul’s parents have never cared much about her talents, only patting her head gently and offering a warm smile fitting for a parent whenever she was proudly presenting them something she did. No matter how beautiful her very own composition was sounding – even if it sounded like a lullaby for the goddess Artemis herself – they would only keep on smiling. No blue majestic silhouettes on the paper could convey her innermost feelings and reach their hearts.         Yes, even if she truly lacked talent in everything they would still patting her head before they would continue to discuss the current headline of the newspaper. Yet she only wished to make them proud even though all her efforts had been in vain so far. It simply didn’t matter for them since they loved her regardless of how many talents she had. Was it odd that this was still able to fill her heart with tender feelings? That even though her parents never truly recognized her work she was just happy to feel their warm hand on her head? Maybe because she was all by herself when her parents left the house once again for several weeks she was just being happy once they were actually at home…   --- For her this was happiness – an illusion of a world she wanted to see.         As Noel had asked her whether she could show him something of her art in the future, Yeul felt happier than usual  – she simply had to. These memories she seemed to know might be betraying her - but his interest in her doing was honest and real. For only once the girl felt rather excited within her usual calm heart, knowing that something within her was slowly changing. It felt like her soul was dancing in beautiful circles beneath her skin – a rather fortunate feeling which was also strange and new to her.                                     H e r   s o u l   c o u l d n ’ t   b e   l y i n g .          Below her long lashes Yeul watched him as he suddenly ripped a small corner of a piece of paper, calmly writing down something she still couldn’t see. By nature the girl was not curious at all; but somehow she was still eager to find out what the young man was writing. Almost too naïve inside her head due lacking experience and social contacts, the thought about exchanging numbers with him haven’t crossed her mind before he actually offered her to take it.          She barely used her cell phone to begin with and the only saved numbers so far were those of her beloved family. This was all she needed after all. Some people might consider her to be a young adult by now yet she was still an innocent child within  – humming silent songs of peace and not thinking about her future at all. She was still untouched by greed, jealousy and hatred which she could recognize in the eye reflections of her classmates. Being different also meant to be alone after all – to accept her fate and keep on humming silently to herself. But this seemed to change right now.         Emerald eyes flickered as she accepted the small sheet, watching the carefully and gorgeous written numbers on it. Her little, soft hand was holding it like a precious treasure, not wanting to lose it. It seemed to be really important to her although she could not grasp the importance of these small letters written down in her hand.       Looking at Noel she simply nodded again, still affected by his smile. Certainly she still seemed to be mature and reserved - but the bright expression on her face told otherwise.

For my dearest friend, kaibasgirl♥

I don’t like this ‘New World’ shit and all, but they have European butterflies.

- Post-LR - Fragments of the Past [lazuliss]

        He was unsure whether or not this air of familiarity was the cause of her comfort in his presence, but he commended her for the courage to approach him. Noel was tall and lightly toned, but not necessarily intimidating. The moment he crossed the door, he had acted like a lamb slipping away from the judgmental eyes of the city, preying down on his vulnerability like a vulture. And that only reinforced the idea that he was relatively withdrawn. At least, that was the impression he projected, considering the reactions of strangers. In reality, he was not. It was not so much anxiety as it was the shock of this…newness. So his reaction to her supposedly recognizing him was— what— bewilderment?

There was a pang in his heart because of it. Not due to remorse, but possibly something else.

And as she dipped her head to apologize he brought his hands up as if to deny. He was flattered, once again taken aback by her mannerly nature. How polite of her to apologize, though it was a simple mistake. This excessive courtesy was somewhat endearing, and he cracked under the pressure to finally accept it.

        “You don’t have to apologize, it’s fine.”

As she raised her head to face him once more, lips tugging into the sweetest of grins, Noel found himself charmed to an extent. He could not help but return the gesture in the slightest, and he too smiled— a genuine smile. Though such an action had become so habit on the street, it was almost foreign to be doing so instinctively nowadays. This time there was legitimate emotion coupled with his expression, it was much different to the friendly greeting used to ease the temperament of strangers.

Yet, was she not a stranger as well? Why did she receive special treatment from him? In that moment he had forgotten about his purpose in the bookstore.

That name— Yeul.

Yeul?

The name rolled from his tongue like delicate silk.

As for the remainder of her apology— that was bold honesty— to claim he had lifted her spirits with this meeting alone. Contrary to her belief, she was not disturbing him. In fact, he had plenty of time to spare for a chat. If anyone within this new town was willing to give him the time of day, he would take advantage.

And who knew? There may be more to this young woman than he originally thought.

        “Yeah, that’s right. I actually just moved here not too long ago. I’m still not familiar with much of the city, but I don’t think that’s necessarily a bad thing. I don’t mind taking the time to discover things.”

There was mention that she found comfort in this little bookstore. Her niche, a hideaway to escape. The owner was pleasant and willing to help, and Noel grazed his bottom lip in slight guilt for slinking past him rather than speaking a brief hello. The old man, however, was also lonely.

He paused on those words— On loneliness.

And then there was a bitter sensation nipping at his heart, but he was not lonely at all. Which only made it all the more bizarre. It was as if this sudden flash of emotion was a remnant of some memory awakening, and he had the momentary implication that he may just be going senile.

But this was all happening for a reason, he could just feel it. His intuition, his spirit, his mind. It all felt as if this anarchy within his mind would be subdued if he continued on like this. It had only developed this day, at her introduction. He would not just let the opportunity to make sense of it slip.

In the end he would ask of the location of the books he was seeking on his way toward the entrance, but for now he felt it more appropriate to acquaint himself with Yeul. If she considered him important, even just a sliver, it would taunt him all evening for not expanding on the subject.

        “You mentioned that you come here a lot. Do you visit to keep the old man company, or because you feel lonely yourself?”

Maybe that was not the best question to be asking. He shook his head.

        “Uh, nevermind. Forget I asked. You weren’t disturbing me at all, actually. I just came down here to grab a few books to help with my studies. I’m hoping to become a teacher someday. There is someone in my life that I want to make proud. She means a lot to me, so this is one of the ways that I can pay her back.”

Not through money, nor fame. But through the simple satisfaction of teaching future generations about the world they lived in. What good were the young if no knowledge was shared from their elders?

        “What about you, Yeul? Any dream careers or future goals you’d like to meet?”

;{❀}                  The light smile on her soft, pink lips didn’t disappear even though it was somewhat strange that she felt happy just by seeing his honest grin. It almost felt like her ancient soul remembered something buried deep within as it would have waited to see a small hint of his lasting happiness. This, however, was of course something she could not truly explain at all – most likely because the hidden emotions beneath her skin were still vague and cloudy. If her dreams and visions weren’t lying then she had probably anticipated his happiness even though she was not aware of its reason. She wasn’t sure if anything had happened in their past or if everything of it was truly just a mere illusion she had created to protect herself in the end. But even though this small possibility of her dreaming and fabricating those shattered memories still existed, her mind didn’t want to believe it regardless. And as long as her heart was filled with gentle emotions and with the knowledge that he was healthy and happy, it didn’t matter to her. She would simply keep this joy secretly deep within just to protect this cheerful artificial emotion.                                  Seeing another person being happy was enough for her.                                 Even if their fates had never been connected to begin with.   However, as his question about her reasoning to visit this frugal place slipped of his tongue, her previous gentle smile disappeared almost with an instant. Instead she put up her usual calm and blank expression; feeling almost shocked by his question. Yeul didn’t feel hurt at all - but suddenly a flash of unfamiliar emotions crossed her mind, filling her chest with unexplainable sadness. She never considered herself as lonely even though her parents hardly had any time for her. The girl always had understood how important their jobs were thus she never dared to ask that they accompanied her to begin with. They were good humans, trying their best to spend their days with her on special occasions even when they had a lot of work to accomplish. So she obviously would never be able to blame them for anything, knowing that they loved her regardless. Even one simple memory of her birthdays or the rare family trips was simply enough to fill her heart with gratitude. So why was she visiting this place all the time once she was alone at home? Did the pity the old, kind man due his loneliness or did she actually start to feel like his granddaughter since she felt exactly the same? Actually she didn’t want to think about it – because this negative thinking would only make her feel miserable. She didn’t want to burden anyone; especially not Noel – so these feelings were obviously something she had to keep to herself. Was she truly feeling lonely because there was almost no one in her life she felt comfortable with or because some long lost memory made her think that way? She wasn’t sure about it. The only thing she knew for sure was that she needed to continue to walk on this path - firm and steady. Yet even if she oppressed her own feelings she wouldn’t be able to lie to herself. But still she had an own mantra in her broken heart; telling her that it was alright.                                                     D o n ’t   w o r r y   a n y o n e .                                           [    Convince them that you’re strong.   ]                                                    T h e y   w i l l   b e l i e v e   i t . Despite his immediate correction something deep within her had been awakened; something she hadn’t been aware of until right now. So how could she forget it that easily? It wouldn’t simply fall back to its sleep, burdening her from now on. But it wasn’t his fault to say those words which no one else had dared to speak out loud before – not even herself.     --- It couldn’t be a sole coincidence, could it? Nevertheless the girl felt a strong sensation of relief as he mentioned that she wasn’t a mere disturbance. Looking up under her long lashes once again Yeul slightly nodded, appreciating that he cared for someone so much that he was willing to built his whole future after this person. Her gloomy thoughts have faded away and she hoped that he also hadn’t noticed them to begin with. She didn’t want to give him the feeling of guilt for something he hadn’t done intentionally.

Maybe he is just a man, but he means the universe to you.

Please, let me see a new future.

"You and I are the same."

// HOLLERS CAUSE THE GIF LIMIT WAS RAISED 

[That's great news. But my Yeul is now officially "noel's legs-sexual" uvu.]

"I’m Riku… and chaos?" The silver haired youth scratched his chin before he shook his head in reply. "I’m afraid I don’t follow. And how did you know I’m from another world?"

;{❀}