"...Sigh."
In the silence of the night, a boy stood on the terrace of the academy.
His purple hair fluttered around in the gentle breeze.
Leaning on the terrace fence, his tired blue eyes gazed at the garden below.
...There they were, a girl with gold hair streaked with platinum and a girl with blue hair, sitting on a bench talking to each other.
Even though he stood far away, he could still notice the small smile they shared.
...A smile he hadn't seen on their faces for a long ti.
"...They sure are an unusual pair." He whispered softly, looking at them.
His gaze lingered on Christina for a while before he turned around.
"...How the fuck did you get addicted to smoking?" He grumbled, glaring at the handso black-haired boy standing opposite him.
Aimar glanced at him, his lips parted as he inhaled the smoke deeply.
The sweet and bitter taste of the cigarette lingered in his mouth as he replied, "...Shut up, fucker."
Azariah chuckled softly before turning serious, "Fuck off, bitch."
"..."
Aimar looked at him silently, his hand lowering the cigarette.
"The fuck happened to you?" He asked, leaning forward and extending his hand.
Azariah glanced at the cigarette in his hand before leaning forward and taking it, his lips parting as he replied, "...Nothing much, I'm just trying to live my life."
"By hurting others?" He scoffed, looking at him, "That sure is one hell of a way to live."
Ignoring his words, Azariah inhaled the smoke before asking softly, "...Where is Oliver?"
"...With Aaliyah." Aimar replied softly, "...They had a date today."
"...I see." Azariah whispered, nodding his head, "...That fucker grew so balls, didn't he?"
"Yeah." He replied, shrugging, "Not like you, running away from his loved ones."
"...Do you mind if I say fuck off again?" Azariah asked softly, glancing at him.
Aimar quietly looked at him, lips parting to say sothing, but in the end, he held himself back.
Turning around, he sighed, whispering, "...Call if you need any help."
Azariah didn't reply, and Aimar walked out of the terrace.
Inhaling the smoke again, Azariah glanced up at the star-filled night.
Slowly, he lowered his body with a grunt, sitting on the floor, relaxing his aching muscles.
"...Inna." He whispered softly.
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"What is an Avatar?" He asked, his voice filled with uncertainty.
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Inna replied, her voice filled with confusion.
"I'm just wondering, what really is an Avatar?" He asked again.
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"...Nothing." He replied, shrugging.
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"I'm not lyin—."
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"But wh—."
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