Chapter 1
PHASE-1(school life ,Age-14,class-8th and sec-A).
I woke up before my alarm started ringing.Though I always wake up without the alarm its just a habit of mine.
My chest tight with nerves. Today was my first day at a new school, and I kept glancing at the clock, silently wishing the morning away.
My sister and I walked side by side toward the school gates. With every step, I felt the newness of this place—its unfamiliar scent, the strange sound of chatter around us. Even the sky seemed too bright.
A boy passed by us just before entering the staircase. My mom called out—briefly asking if he was in my class.
For which he said yes then politely asking him to point me toward my classroom. He did and I couldn't even muster up the courage to say thank you.
I stood in front of the classroom door, bracing myself. Then the moment I stepped in, it began. "Hey! You are Liya are not you".I know you from the online classes.
(because of the pandemic 2020-2022. Liya attend her first offline class on May-2022).
Well if you all are wondering how does she know me. Because during online classes of M.SC and Literature classes (only these two classes though).
Most of the time I was giving the answer to the teacher whenever she asked to me.
I just came back to my senses.When she asked about my age.I smiled and offered my answers—my voice steady, my heart stubbornly hollow.
After her there were so many who were only asking about my age nothing else including her.Which surprises me.
Still, they were… kind. Belated reminders of previous schoolmate, where people had been quieter, more respectful of each other’s silence.
Here, the openness felt kind at first, but underneath... something unsettled me.
When afternoon came, I took my usual walk back home.I felt I didn’t fit even into that familiar rhythm. My insides felt empty, like a book missing its words.
That night, I lay awake under my thin blanket. My mind drifted back to previous schoolmates and the where we previously lived and the faces I’d known—softer somehow, easier to trust.
I missed the silent comfort of someone who understood me, not just friendly but actually familiar.
And that’s when I imagined him—Viki. Not as a hero or something else,but as a silent presence in my imagination world where everything feels perfect.
I didn’t speak. He didn’t speak. I simply felt less empty because, in my mind, I found someone who stayed despite wordless days.
He didn’t exist. But that first moment, in a house full of new faces—and yet none I truly recognized—his quiet comfort felt more real than anything else.
His sky blue eyes remind me about the sky,and dark blue hair reminds about the calmness of the ocean.Him giving his best sunshine smile.
His blue colour shirt over the white colour t-shirt with brown colour pants.
Giving his face like glow like sunshine.
That's how imagine, I him.Among all these strangers.I created or found some one whom I can actually rely on,but in my dreams or in my illusions.
~End~
His sky blue eyes,
Are like peaceful sky.
His blue hair just,
Look like an ocean.
Bright smile made,
his face more surreal.
In this darkness he is
The only ray of light,
Whom I can rely on.~
(By-Liya)
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The story is originally written by me.Based on my imagination,if you find anything (scene or any name )same.It can be a coincidence.I have already published till chapter 3 on Wattpad by @twistteller_. If you want you can read there if not then. Stay tuned!✨ for rest of the updates.)
