♪ Chainsmokers ft. Halsey ♪

~Don't you wish you could take a single childhood memory and blow it up into a bubble and live inside it forever?~
-Sarah Addison Allen-

Revolve the globe placed on the mahogany desk of your office room and stop your lingering finger on an anonymous piece of land. In the tiniest part of that chosen space, there might be an unknown town in the middle of which, there might be an old building in the confinements of which, there might be an echo of a ringing laughter which might belong to an adorable little girl with sparkling silver hair who by any chance, might be me and her name might be Cara Evelyn.

Chasing fairy dust in the sunlit corridors of the orphanage, I never knew I was weaving the most beautiful memories of my life. Deep down in the corners of my soft heart, all I knew was that I was having fun and that's what mattered the most.

The iridescence reflecting in floating soap bubbles used to hypnotise me to insane extents and everytime, I craned my little neck to look up at the faraway skies, I'd end up finding the strangest of things in astray clouds that no one could see when I pointed them out. They used to say I was different but it's funny because I didn't even know what was 'different'. Devoid of all pretensions, Cara Evelyn was just the little me and the universe was just an old little town.

This little universe of mine i.e an old little town comprised of a lovely neighbourhood in the middle of which stood an orphanage which was home to me but that's not the point. The point, my pal, was the cosy little home by this orphanage where lived a cute little boy with these warm chocolate brown eyes that mesmerised me back then, when I had no idea of the existence of such a complicated thing as mesmerism.

Children have a fleeting memory and a majority part of their childhood memories is what they get to learn from others but you might call it a miracle that everything from the tip of his cute curled toes to the edge of his messed up dark hair was etched on the canvas of my mind as if an artist had spent centuries to paint it all. All the moments where I had lost myself to his soft chuckles and all the times when the dazzling twinkle of his bright eyes had reminded me of a Disney prince were memorised to me like my teachers had spent an eternity to pour them solely in my mind. To a girl who had no parents to protect her, he was the knight in a shining armour and nothing felt better than his presence back then. Nothing but him.

Zayan Eilqar. The earliest of my memories, everything in between and the extreme edge of my time roll on our planet Earth. I might not be the best of the lovers and he might not be the perfect masterpiece to be adored but my existence revolved around his presence even when I couldn't pronounce his surname.

"Zayan Eilqar." I remember his cute accent rolling off his tongue as he repeated his full name for me on my query.

Just an hour ago, when my teacher had ushered me into the park with all the other kids my age, I had run towards this old stone bench and my eyes had awaited his trodden little steps down the narrow path while scanning the exterior of his house by the orphanage which was located right in front of the park. Sitting over there and waiting for him was something I had done every evening. Even though the beginning of this memory would always be a blur spot in my mind but there's one thing that I'd always remember; he always came no matter what.

"Buh why does you have a ill car in yur name?" I poked one of his adorable cheeks because they seemed so soft to my eyes.

"Oh my..!" He slapped his forehead in exasperation and pushed back against the tip of my forefinger with his tongue from the inside of his mouth before answering my question with a remarkable patience for a kid his age.

"It's Eilqar, Cara. Why do you make it ill car?" He tilted his head slightly and looked at me before letting out a chuckle on the idea of an 'ill' car.

"'Cuz meh has not seen ill car befoh." I scowled at his chuckles.

"I'll show you an ill car. Stop calling me ill car now." He removed my finger from his cheek and held my hand between his smooth fingers.

"Okie. Gimmeh a choco now." I stuck out my tongue at him. He dug into the pocket of his jeans to produce the only chocolate bar in there and handed it to me.

"Open it, boo." I passed it back to him.

"Zayan, not boo." He shook his head at me before tearing off the wrapping and handing me the bar once again.

"Buh me like boo." I bit my lip as tears filled my eyes. I couldn't say his name yet. It was too difficult.

"Oh Cara..," he slid closer to me and side-hugged me, "you call me boo. Okay? Dun cry." Wiping my tears with his small hands, he broke one of the corners of the bar and slid it inside my mouth to make me stop crying. I bit on it and broke the bar roughly in half before handing him one of the two pieces.

"All yours." He shook his head.

"Boo take it pwease." I insisted and left the piece on his lap. He picked it up and nibbled it with a sheepish grin playing on his lips.

"Why does you laff?" I frowned at him as I sniffed and bit on my bar.

"I like boo too." Placing a hand on his mouth, he let out a pretty laugh and I didn't know the exact moment when it happened but I remember that my laughter mixed in his happy voice and created the most innocent of melodies ever heard.

Later on, when we were done eating the chocolate bar, he looked at our legs dangling down the bench and rocked his pair playfully. I copied him and he smiled at me.

"Me whont brown skin like boo." Scanning the lovely shade of brown on his arms, I complained remorsefully.

"Dun feel sad. Come. I'll give you brown skin." He jumped off the bench and enveloped my waist in the circle of his short arms before picking me up and putting me down on the ground.

"Hold my shirt. You're old. You'll fall." I stood obediently by his side and held on to the edge of his cotton shirt firmly.

"Boo..why is meh old?" I squinted at his warm eyes and tugged at the corner of his blue shirt.

"Because your hair is white, Cara." Gently, he ran a hand through my messy hair and nodded wisely.

"Old has white hair?" I felt sad inside my heart because I wanted to be new, not old.

"Yeah. Look at that man. He has white hair so he is old." He pointed towards an aged gentleman sitting on a bench placed on the opposite side of the park. I looked at him and nodded sadly.

"Meh is old." I bit my lip as tears made their way to my eyes once again.

"Oi Cara..dun cry. I will take care of you. I like your hair." Instantly, he covered both of my ears with his small hands to hold my head in place before kissing the top of my head. All my grief disappeared right there and I enveloped my little arms around his waist to hug him.

"Boo likes meh hair." A light chuckle escaped my throat and he laughed along with me.

"Dun you want brown skin?" He looked down at me and smiled adorably. I quickly nodded my head in agreement.

A bubble of anticipation floated inside my tiny heart as both of us trotted towards the tallest of the trees in the park. Once we were completely under its soft shade, he backed me against the strong trunk and bent down on the ground to fist dirt in his small hands.

"Gimme your arms, Cara." He gestured at me with his clenched fists and I stretched my fragile arms towards him hurriedly. Slowly, he started rubbing the mud on my arms and my eyes lit up with extreme delight.

"Meh has brown skin!" I squealed happily as he kept rubbing the remnants of Earth on my arms and cheeks.

"Are you happy?" He cuddled my cheeks in his palms while painting the soil all over my face.

"Meh is happy, boo!" I nodded vigorously and smiled widely at him.

Little did I know back then that I was spiralling one of the best memories that ever absorbed in the sphere of my blue eyes. It was a moment so dear to my heart and an experience long gone but forever yearned. In the hidden nooks of my mind, I'd never imagined that I'd cry for the comforting hold of such a fleeting idiocy while I'll be scattering like withered rose petals. Deep within my fragile core, there never had been an intuition that I'd long for him to rub his dirt on me all my life.

Girls fall for boys over flowers.

Cara Evelyn fell for his dirt.

Stepping the stones of my age, I recall a beautiful sunset years later. Lost in the reminiscence of the same memory, my eyes spanned the soft clouds in the sky and noticed the flocks of wonderful birds migrating to unknown lands. The corners of my eyes twinkled as I smiled at how much beauty life showed us while we completed the journey of our existence. It's the same locale, the stone bench was still cold, Cara Evelyn was there and so was Zayan Eilqar. I shifted my gaze from the heavens towards his way too perfect frame by my side. He looked at me with his gentle brown eyes that melted my insides like molten chocolate. A heart stopping smile lingered on his flawless lips and for a millionth time, I fell for him again. It wouldn't hurt to try once more.

"I wish I had brown skin like you, Zayan." My gaze absorbed his slightly tanned arms once before finding the depth of his mesmerising eyes and losing itself to them insanely.

His light husky laughter rippled the air around us while his perfect set of teeth glittered in the fading sunlight. My breath forgot the passage to my lungs and I felt like my heart beat had stopped. How could someone laugh and draw life out of someone simultaneously?

"Catch some air for me in your hand, Cara." His voice poured inside my ears like rolling honey. I pondered over his words for a second.

"But I can't catch the air, Zayan." Clenching my fist in empty air, I looked at him dumb-foundedly. His eyes sparkled impossibly as he shook his head lovingly.

"Cara Evelyn. You are air; fair and transparent. You can't be caught." He looked at me like I was a miracle and I tried to hide my blush.

"While me?" He pointed at himself with his forefinger. I raised my eyes towards his face again.

"You see this dirt under my shoes?" He rubbed his converse shoes on the ground. I nodded my head mechanically for I had gotten lost in an astray lock of his dark hair that graced his forehead.

"Zayan Eilqar. I am Earth; brown and grounded. I hold." His voice wandered at the edge of a graceful decrescendo. For a moment, words escaped my mind and I felt like I'd never get enough of him. He knew I couldn't speak so he continued the conversation.

"You are so pure, Cara. Why do you wish to be impured? I like you as you are. Then, now and forever." He let out an inaudible sigh and I knew..

I knew that he called me 'air' for 'Earth' holds everything..but 'air'. I wanted that 'Earth' all over me. I wanted it to envelope me completely but it couldn't..for he called me 'air'.

Right there, right then..I knew that he'd never give his dirt to me again. He'd reason, he'd teach, he'd explain..everything but dirt.

He'd hide the only thing I fell for years ago. He'd try to keep me safe because young hearts break so soon and for so long.

He would love me.

He would build me.

But Zayan Eilqar would never hold me.

And just for a fleeting second, I closed my eyes to imagine that we're under the same tree that stood so tall. He rubbed dirt all over me and asked me if I was happy. I laughed and nodded my head in delight.

Oh how I yearned for his dirt.

What a naive young girl I was to think..

"It wouldn't hurt to try once more."

Author's Note

I know this is a vague beginning of this part. I wanted it to be more clarified but I guess, it looks good just the way it is. Things will be explained better in the next chapter. This was just an introduction to II of Trio.

How did you find Cara's POV? Because..II of Trio will be in her POV. Yes! *-*♥♡

How do you find Zayan? I know he's not played his part so much in this update..but I just LOVE him sooo much! *-*♥♡ The best thing is that his role is played by my BAE Zayn Malik!! ♥♡♥♡

I hope you're not disappointed because I don't feel much happy with this chapter. :x

I need your reviews because this feels just like a beginning. Be honest with me please. :')

Much Love xX
Hazel *-*