Breaking Rules

Nazarel smirked at us. “Azazel, you’re a wuss. Remember what we talked about.” Nazarel said as he walked away, he gave me one last look.

“What the fuck? Dude, what was that?” I noticed Samael crease his brow.

“Tss, just get back to your work.” Azazel whisked me away. We exited the nightclub as the silence filled us. I couldn’t protest even if I wanted to.

He drew a cigarette and lit it. As he leaned against his car, he fixed his gaze on me.

“Would you mind?” He said this while putting the cigarette in his mouth.

I really don’t like a person who smokes. But then I shook my head and just watched him puff on his cigarette. I just stood there in front of him, watching him smoke himself to death.

I have a lot of questions running through my head. But I don’t know how to ask it away from him. I don’t think I’ll be able to ask him. Right now, he has seemed enraged and dangerous. That’s how I’ve always felt. I knew he was a dangerous type of person the night I saw him bruised. But I brushed it off and continued on my way with him.

I wanted to flee from him at times. Because avoiding is too hard, especially since he will always find a way to approach me no matter how much I avoid him. I really want to get away. Move to a new house and school. But I can’t even take a step away from him. He kept pushing and pushing back on his arms, like a magnet. I barely knew him. I don’t know anything about him or them. Their names are all I know about them. I don’t even know how old they are. I don’t know who they are, but here I am, next to them. Right next to him.

As he stared at me, I averted my gaze. I adjusted my mirror, walked over to him, and took a step back. I leaned against his car and gazed up at the sky. I blew air into my chest to relieve the tightness that was forming. With him beside me, I’m feeling some unusual emotions.

“… Sera…” I just stood there staring at the sky. The sky is once again aglow with stars. I gave him a slight smile before looking at him.

He’s staring up at the sky. He was out of cigarettes. He was just looking up at the sky when he started talking again.

“Don’t go near Nazarel…” I was taken aback by what he said.

“You are completely mine, Sera.” What he said caused my heart to pound once more. I’m not sure, but he’s the only one who can make me feel this way. Shouldn’t I be afraid? I should have run away from him.

Nonetheless, I’m staring at him like a fool. His gray eyes locked with mine.

Looking at me with cold dead eyes.

“Don’t get too close, Nazarel. You don’t know who he is.”

Azazel, I’m not familiar with you either.

Should I then run from him as well? Perhaps it’s only logical for me to run away from him. I’m not familiar with him. They are unfamiliar to me. They have no idea who I am. I should stay away from them. I really ought to.

I looked up and took in the view of the sky. The moon shines brightly among the stars. How beautiful. And I wish for life too.

My gaze returned to him.

He was still staring at me with a serious expression on his face. On his lips, there was no smile. His eyes, on the other hand, are screaming for an unknown emotion. I averted my gaze once more and stared at the night sky. When will I be able to look him in the eyes without becoming nervous? That appears to be an impossibility. I sighed and remained silent. Nobody spoke between us. We were still in that position. I’m looking at the stars, while he’s looking at me.

I’d like to know why they’re there and working. But it looks like I’ll be mute for the rest of my life.

The night ended with them driving me home. They were aware of my condition. I’m not sure where, when, or with whom they were informed of my disorder, but I was relieved to know that it was okay with them.

As usual, I attend San Albereda University. As I went for a walk, I bowed my head. But, unlike before, I no longer feel shy. I feel better knowing that someone understands my situation. And, although others mocked me with their looks, I was unfazed. Although it’s not obvious, I’m relieved that someone understands me in some way.

I was always too shy to speak up. When someone tried to talk to me, I would have panic attacks. I’m afraid of words and dislike communicating verbally with others. I’m used to being quiet. Not a fan of being a big talker. And I prefer to be alone rather than in company.

But now, with them, I mean with them understanding my condition, I don’t think I will still have a fear of words. I hope so.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Because one of our professors did not arrive, I went straight to an old library near the Law Building. There, I read a book. While I’m busy reading a book, I can’t stop myself from thinking about what department is Azazel in. Those triplets are actually very private. I’m not sure why they were working at the club. I know they’re fabulously rich, so why are they working at the club? I want to ask them but I don’t think that they will answer me. Who am I to them anyway?

Or maybe they’re just bored. So they looked for a job that they could do. Is that even valid? I mean, I have acquaintances who are capable of living but are still working. They enjoy working for the sake of having fun.

I blew some air. I’m not sure why they’re doing it. I don’t actually have to be concerned. But I’m thinking about those things right now. I’m intrigued. I’m very curious.

I just shrugged and kept reading.

“Isn’t she the girl?” I overheard a student nearby talking.