"You are a mysterious girl who torments my confused feelings"
"What is this thing?" my classmate asked.
"A castle perhaps," I replied as I looked up at the castle.
He turned to me and laughed. "Why are you undisturbed to see such a thing?" he asked with light laughter.
"We should get used to seeing strange things because we're here on a strange planet," then I smiled subtly.
I just noticed that his vibe seems different now. Yesterday he was preoccupied but now he's talking to me.
"Why are you talking to me?" I suddenly questioned him as he raised his left hand and protected his eye from the sunlight.
He turned to me. "Is there something wrong with that?"He also has a sense of humor. But I just narrowed my eyes at him. "Okay. The truth is, I don't know either. But when we fought the monster last night, my memories were in turmoil. I felt a sudden feeling that urges me to do something important."
"Important? What is it?"
He looked away. "I still don't know but the one solution to know that important thing is to know you more."
I raised my eyebrow. "You don't know me? But do you remember that I am your classmate?"
He nodded his head in agreement. "I know it's weird. Everyone's weird. This memory of ours is confusing us from illusion to reality. Just after the monster died, it's like someone whispered to me to be close to you. And I guess, nothing's wrong with that since we were in the same class wearing the same uniforms of our school." He said with a reassuring smile.
I don't know what I should feel. Happy? Annoyed? Frustrated? But I am sure that I am puzzled with him.
"Why do I remember you?" I am confused.
"You know me?"
"Yeah, but all I know is that you're a classmate."
He sighed. "Too bad. I thought, I'll know my name." I sighed from what he said. "By the way, do you know what the name of our school is? 'Cuz I don't, how stupid of me."
I looked at my necktie and his polo pocket. It has a circle and the logo of a school, but it does not have the name of the school. Strange and impossible without a school name but only a logo.
"I don't know either," I answered.
"Really? So, it's not just me. But what I remember about the name of our school is that it starts with the letter V. I'm a hundred percent sure of it and it's a public school."
He even remembers that detail.
"You know…" he stared at me. "You're a mysterious one."
"H-Huh? Me, mysterious?" I was a little surprised and even pointed to myself.
"The moment when I woke up inside the glass capsule and found myself floating in the middle of nothing, you just glared at me and calmly scanned the galaxy while everyone panicked and shouted for help. You also defeated the monster using your head. You analyzed the situation and observed the weird behavior of the monster. And now, you're expressionless upon seeing this castle thing in front of us. You weren't even shocked."
He laughed again after finishing his statement. What's so funny about that? Am I that strange to him? I'm annoyed because I want to know more about who I am, but I don't know how to do it myself.
"And lastly..." He has another message. He stared at me again, so I also stared into his brown eyes. I just noticed that was his eye color. "Everywhere I go, I feel incomplete. I feel there's something that I missed. I feel that I can't live when I lose that significant thing. And when I started talking to you, I felt that you would be the key to finding that thing." R-Really? Is that how he thinks of me? "You are a mysterious girl who torments my confused feelings." His gaze prevented my eyes from averting him as he continued his phrase with a question. "Just who are you?" We were both stunned as we stared at each other. As much as I want to answer his question, I don't know either.
The coolness of the breeze is whispering to my ear. My long hair caresses my cheeks, my dark blue skirt sways, and my dark blue necktie dances through the wind. His brown eyes, pointed nose, thin lips, messy hair, and medium-tone skin. As I looked at his physical attributes, it made me think that he had foreign blood. I was just about to ask him about it but then we both have no definite memory at all.
"Oh, wait. Why don't we give each other our nicknames in the meantime?." He's right, it's hard when someone doesn't have a name.
"Hmm..." I stopped for a moment. "You know you're also mysterious to me. It's like there's something about you that I want to know. And if you're weirded out of me, I'm weirded out of you too."
"Hahaha! I think we have mutual feelings."
"Mutual feelings?" I looked away because of what he said.
He nodded and clasped his hands as if to say he was innocent. "No, not that. I mean, we're both confused with each other."
I calmed down because of that. I thought that maybe he thought of me as someone who's snobbish just like how I perceived him. "I'll think about what to call you," I said.
"All right, I'll wait for that," he replied with a smirk.
It was fun to talk with him. He has a sense of humor and seems sociable—different from my impression before.