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He would gather pillows and blankets on the couch and turn on the TV; snacks already at the coffee table—waiting to be devoured. Then he would get you from your bed, carrying you bridal style. With you plopping in the couch with a snack already at your hands—he snuggles on you.

Sometimes, when the cramps worsens, he would research foods that would help with cramps. From teas to snacks, and he would buy some warm compress for that.

You always thought that he's lazy, and he sometimes pisses you off by not doing his part as a weekly cleaner in the classroom. Whenever he does his part though, it won't be really clean (just decent enough but there would still be dust though.)

Other than him being lazy, you kind of noticed that he's also VERY observant when he's not sleeping his buttcheeks in his table. He can point out things that not all of your classmates can see and can notices things when no one can.

And this detail would be a pain in your ass..

(BECAUSE HE IMMEDIATELY NOTICES THE WAY YOU LOOK AT HIM—LIKE DAMN DAWG, YOU'RE NOT GONNA EAT HIM ARE YOU?)

But yeah, it would be a pain. Not only he can notice your feelings for him, he could also unconsciously observe you and could possibly maintain eye contact until you look away. (And you may or may not like the way he bore his gaze through the back of your skull.)

He observes the way how your body react when talking to people, how you get awkward and embarrassed when you do something stupid, he also noticed how you get pissed of by that one classmate of yours (and he kinda wants the tea)

And whenever he does observe or look at you, you could feel the chills that run down on your spine and the way the hairs around your nape stand. Yeah.. its very uncomfortable and a lovely feeling at the same time.

Once a upon a time, there was a girl who likes to fish.

She catch various and edible fish to feed her people.

Small and big. Large and long

She either sells them or give them to people for free.

She was happy with her work.

Then one day, something happened.

Her village was set on fire.

Now, the village sat crisp and dry.

The image of the fire burned in her eyes and went to the boat to fish.

Fishing to calm her mind.

People walked around collecting scraps and cutting trees in order to repair.

There was barely enough food for them to eat,

so she sailed alone.

Not because she was tasked with it.

But because no one was willing to do it.

She did this for days, 45 fish at a time.

Some were big and some were small.

Some were long and some were short.

Until she met a woman.

The woman was in her young 20's

While the girl was in her teenage years.

Black hair tied in a low ponytail; flows with the sea breeze.

Deep brown eyes looked at her deeply.

She held her hand and told her she'll help her till she completes her goals.

The girl was skeptical.

But she never denied.

Then the days followed shortly.

The girl told her everything who she was.

But the woman didn't.

Years passed, the girl grew.

And so the woman too.

The woman is getting weaker each day.

She couldn't no longer handle the pull of each fish on the fishing rod.

It always flies away.

Down in the sea.

Never to be seen.

So the woman stayed in her house.

Years passed as the village become better, the task slowly lifted on her shoulder.

One day, the woman asked if she could join her on her boat.

And the girl gladly let her sail with her.

While talking, the woman says "she's all grown up."

"Enduring the pain in every way"

"Appreciating everything you got.

Big or small"

The girl laughed.

She said "it's already in her nature to be like that"

Her parents taught her good.

As they fished in the sea,

the woman says she's happy to be able be with her again.

She hope they meet again some day.

After she finished her words.

The girl turned to look at her and she was gone.

As if she was never there to begin with.

Then reality once again settled on her.

The woman died 2 years ago.

And the village was never rebuilt.

Seeing her often became a habit of hers.

Letting her delusion tell her that she's still there.

Telling her that it was never her fault.

Telling her that she didn't burned the village.

And that she still forgives her even if she was poisoned by the girl on their last meal.

A black marlin..

And now she fish.

Taking their precious lifes in order to be forgiven by those who died in the fire.

A so called habit for redemption.

Fishing for redemption she can never have.

Because the dead would never comeback.