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[scvllas]

TAKE ME AWAY

she’s never asked to be extraordinary. but often times having a choice in asking is a privilege in itself. and though esther had been blessed with the likes of a (formerly) happy, healthy family, she had never had the privilege in being able to choose. if anything, her childhood revolved around decisions driven purely by what her mother wanted—ballet lessons? sure. violin? why not? neatly buttoned blouses and polished mary janes? alright—of course that’s what being the youngest meant, young pliable youth, pitiful youth. 

it’s no wonder she cracked under mother’s hopes and expectations.

but whether her mother had wished it or not—this was the kind of extraordinary she wound up as. not a ballet prodigy (despite sprained ankles and broken toes), not a violinist (despite calloused fingers and tendon pain), not even a wife candidate to eligible bachelors (oh, she never stood a chance for that one)—rather, delicate little (she’d snort, no matter how hard her mother tried to push it—she’s never been delicate) esther now is nothing but a freak with the capability of moving things with her mind.

and mother? well, mother is nowhere to be seen now isn’t she.

funny how things turn out, huh?

“hey.” accent heavy, esther nearly cringes from the thickness of mother tongue seeping through as she plops herself down beside the wayward boy—wayward, because she doesn’t trust eyes she can’t see. god only knows what he’s focusing on when they’re speaking. “glasses—”  she shifts, tugging the frame down the bridge of his nose slightly with her power.

“spill. do i look extra good in red or what?”

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head in the clouds, he can’t say that love (that is, however close to such a feeling nathan could assess himself with—for a boy like him hadn’t ever been good with self diagnosing; even with the help of the internet) doesn’t have his footsteps light, teetering on floating off the school’s marble tiles. of course, this had been a feeling nathan had grown familiar with over the days, feeling drawn up every time vivian park smiles in his general vicinity. 

how odd had it been—to be a freshman in college but still feel like a high school boy with a crush. 

but that’s vivian’s effect on him (or was it the general public? he wouldn’t be surprised if it was the general public), he supposes, even when situated in the school library, pen tapping restlessly against his notebook, his thoughts never seem to stray too far from the pretty tennis player. in fact, nathan thought of her so much—he swears he hears the sweet chime of her voice, calling out for him, drawing the boy out of his daze (his head snaps upward, eyes suddenly alert) in search for her. and there she was. “oh—” almond eyes widen, an infectious sort of grin that seizes his lips with the realization that it indeed was vivian (not another fragment of his imagination, the poor boy victim of a heart yearning) standing before him.

“h-hey viv—what are you doing here?” 

spotless mind,

@scvllas

most hours of the day consisted of trying to pinpoint nathan’s exact location. call it admiration or young love – regardless, vivian hardly let him out of her sight. such a shame the pair weren’t taking the same classes – if so, maybe her heart would feel more content. although, they’re not dating nor by any means exclusive ( for now ), she liked claiming him as hers and if anyone were to step out of line, she would be more than sure to tell them to not-so kindly back off her nathan.

she walked through the library, head held high, deep in concentration as she scans the room for him. a small sigh of disappointment slips as her shoulders slouch. what a waste of a cute outfit…

but just as she was about to leave – she spots him in a corner secluded from everyone else. she skips over, grinning wide as she sits beside him. “nathan!” her voice a little too loud, receiving a few aggressive hushes, but proceeds to ignore everyone else ( they’re all irrelevant in comparison to him anyway ). “hi.” eyes shaping into little crescent moons, her cheeks flushing at the mere sight of him.