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“Hey Omen..” he didn't have any more strength in his body to move closer to the other male’s cold body that was close enough to tear apart once again, the bluish light of radianite inside him seemed to follow its body owner. Not like he had a perfect body, just a soul trapped in a void. Yet he knew that his soul wasn't just a lost soul, a kind soul that was tormented.
Omen’s hearing was fading away but what kept him together to listen to the man that he had the face burned into his mind was his feelings that could never be returned. Though the body started to tear down slowly in agony, he stayed silent, all ears to Cypher. While the world is burning down, some lands are floating up to the clear sky, they were enjoying the moment of silence of being together though death is waiting for them at the end.
“Do you think we will live again?”
The man in white asked with a glimpse of sorrow in his eyes , as blood kept gushing out from his own stomach. Both of them are well damaged by the outsiders of this world.
‘How I wish that we can live together again, and not failing you, and not letting you suffer. I wish that we are together in another world, Aamir. ’
At this moment, Omen thought about tears flowing down. But in his case, he couldn't even drop a tear. To him, to everyone else even, he is not a human. No matter how much the Valorant agency convinced him that he was no monster , just a man, he couldn't accept it. In his mind a man shall have a body, a perfect pair of legs and arms with complete counts of fingers and toes, a face with both eyes,lips and ears, a nose along with those hair. But for him, he was just a shadow. Plus, there was no name for him. To Sabine he was a remarkable man, but who is he? Who is the actual Omen? Is he , truly, a man? No one knows. Except for the elders of those who nourished the Kingdom's company.
With his last small amount of strength, he extended his arm and reached Cypher's hand. He held the small hand firmly. Cypher gazed upon their laced hands even though they were covered in crimson red blood , and smiled happily like he never did before. "I wish you knew something that I wanted you to know." Aamir gritted his teeth in regret as he knew the time wasn't on his side at all. If only he had more time he'd say it all, he'd hold those inhuman hands firmly. He’d held that raging uncompleted body tightly in his own embrace. But it's too late. Too late. They're already in front of the death door.
Those were his last words as the land began to die down to a gigantic wave of radianite that came from the spike that was planted by their very own mirrored self. themselves.
Their last wish was a world where there was no such thing as radianite that brought nothing but suffering upon humanity. True that radianite brings a lot of unique abilities upon few special people in this world, but for those who were blinded by wealth and power, bring no good upon this land. They wanted to meet again, as a normal human with no such burden on their back to carry on with their sins. Surely there will be pain no matter where you live, but at least, they want to laugh again.
They didn't even say,
“Goodbye.”
“MR. FRED IF YOU DONT OPEN THIS DOOR THEN I SHALL BREAK IT DOWN!!" The woman yells as the owner of room 205 has not awakened from his deep slumber yet, which brings rage within herself. “Oh heavens , is he not clear that he will have a new roommate? All he knows is sleep through the day!” She sighed in annoyance. “I’m sorry boy. Your roommate is such a sloth. I will-” she was cut off once the door slowly opened, he saw an eye peeking at them. “There we go, sleepyhead Fred!” Omen grunted as he was annoyed by the yell that came from Sage, the one that handles placement in this university dormitory. “Uhm, Mrs.Sage, I'm fine for now that he's awake! I'll get things from here.” the shorter lad spoke. “Sure if you insist. I'll leave this to you Fred, don't cause me any more problems!”
A moment later , Sage is nowhere to be seen on this floor, it's only both of them in this room “Name?” Omen asked the new student who was getting his stuff next to the empty bed. “Oh! It's Aamir. Nice to meet you...uh...Fred?” Aamir admitted that he was actually nervous when he saw the other male, not because of his height, it was because of his displeased expression, as if he wasn't welcomed here, as if he was disliked the moment their eyes met.
“Call me Omen, I hate that name.” he grunted. ‘O-oh! Then you can call me Cypher. They gave me that name because I have keen eyes.” Omen gave him a bored look for a second then turned away to grab his things. The look he gave to Cypher made the shorter lad feel hopeless for himself. To him he's such an annoying nuisance. He can feel that Omen didn't like his presence, but little did he know he was in the wrong.
It's not like Omen hates him already, it's just he is a mute guy in the uni. He is known for his look and gloominess , sadly he doesn't have many friends here. Well we can say, the only friend that he has is the ice queen of the uni, Sabine. Cypher isnt a new student here. He was just out of money to rent an apartment for himself so he decided to do this instead. In his mind, he planned to also get a job while staying here. Knowing he got ignored by the others as he wanted to start a conversation , he went to rearrange his stuff instead of putting more effort into it. Who knows his head will be cut off by this man.
On the other hand , for that man named Omen, he felt that this situation was odd. Why? The dream he had before struck into his mind, recalling the pain in his own chest to torn the heart. Why does this guy...look so familiar? As if they've met before. No, as if they knew each other before. ‘Nonsense.’ , he thought. Such a dream won't make a meaningful difference to his life. It's all mind games to him. Probably he was too tired to dream about such things. Nothing escaped from each other's mouth, just an absolute thrilling gloominess in this room. Out of the blue, an unknown living thing made a noise behind the table which startled both of them quite a bit, well more to cypher since he was curious. Without hesitating he crooked his neck to the left in fear, only to be welcomed with an adorable fur ball. A cat. We know whose cat it is.
“meow!”