13 November 2021
Pov: Clazer Oath narrating the past

The sunbeams poured through narrow openings of the pale clouds as it merely the fringes of the lazy drifting clouds. The calm relaxing shade of blue in the background supported the clouds and the sun.

The garden bench was simple planks fixed together and painted forest green. It sat there rain or shine and did exactly what it was supposed to do, raising us from the ground to see the beauty of the view.

We sat down on that plank.
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"It's about why I am in England...It's not really that simple like Dad wanted to do business or spread his automobile sector here.
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It started on 15th June 2021,

It was the start of my last year of college in America. We had two different sections, every year there is a shuffle but I had been so unlucky my whole life that none of my friends were in the section I was in.

Ruder Williams, Mia, Oliver Jones, Alen, and my friends were not with me but they all were together in one section.

I was all alone on my dusty bench every day. Then he just came in and started sitting next to me every day.

Kabir, he was Kabir.

There was something in the way he laughed that reminded me of my better self. He never talked to me. There was something pure in the way he struggled to do what was right, it's genuine, right? Something that attracts others...but for me he was a mystery

You have the kind of creative brain that brings such magic and interest to life, one that enjoyed the sparks of ideas.

So, I started to observe him. Strange, but I just wanted to discover more about him. What I had for him was pure admiration.

He settled himself in the corner of the seat, ready to indulge himself in a bit of reading before the lecture was spent.

He leaned his head back and placed the book over his eyes, allowing its knowledge to press gently against his eyelids.

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But that day we had more than an eye contact, 5th July 2021.

That was the day of the party, our class party in Kabir's home, I didn't have any backup support as none of my friends were in my class...

I was forced to drink one bottle in a stupid game of truth and dare.

I knew I can't tolerate it and I started feeling nauseated. I rushed to the bathroom, and someone was there, I rushed to ask someone for another bathroom.

"It's on the other side of the house, Clazer, out of the party area." A boy directed me.

I went in the direction he guided me to. There were two rooms, I entered in the left one.

Kabir was in the bedroom, his fingers gently running up and down a girl's spine, coaxing shivers out of her. With her cheeks still blushing hotly, she glanced back up into his captivating blue eyes. He leaned down, resting his forehead against hers. She watched breathlessly as his eyes studied hers with silent intensity. His warm breath ghosted across her face. She shut her eyes in anticipation. She stifled a surprised gasp as his soft lips captured hers, causing her body to flush with heat.

I just acted like I didn't see it, I entered the other room and yes there was an attached washroom inside. I just vomited all that I had eaten since the evening, flushed, and came out to the bedroom.

And I wasn't alone in the room now.

Kabir was standing there, his back facing me. He was in between changing his T-shirt and what I saw had me shaken. A hideous healing scar along his spine was staring back at me.

"You okay?" he asked as soon as he turned around and noticed me standing dazed, he took a few steps closer to me.

"I am fine..." I said taking a step back out of instinct.

"You know...I was waiting for you to talk to me..." Kabir said smiling deviously.

I couldn't reply. I guess he didn't know that I saw his scar.

"Is it just me or do you love the feeling when you catch someone staring at you? I mean, it sort of boosts your self-confidence and makes you feel giddy and immature all at the same time." He mulled over looking at me.

"Sorry what?"

"Anyways, I caught you looking at me, and really it wasn't the first time. Also, you just saw me kissing Shruti, she is my girlfriend," he replied.

He moved towards me. We were standing too close now. He was a year younger than me, a couple of inches shorter, a little boyish-looking.

"I know this sounds kind of weird, but it's interesting... and I-I've been watching you." He stopped and was now standing right in front of me.

"I..." I squeaked.

"I know you saw my scar..."

I looked down and broke the fucking eye contact.

"Look," I said. "I'm not asking you anything... " I tried to smile not wanting him to feel bad.

"But there is something you are willing to know." He looked up and returned my smile with one even wider.

"Don't you rich people like to talk to the poor?" He asked.

"No it's not like that,"

"Can I hug you then?" he requested.

To be continued