《AIRA》


 CELL ONE

    Our eyes can deceive us. I am a person with spectacles. I am short-sighted, and I don''t have a clear vision of things that are at a certain distance. Likewise, all human beings don''t have a clear vision of things that are extremely small. So, what we see is not exactly the truth. How would life be if we could see extremely small things? Perhaps subatomic particles? Currently, we haven''t identified anything smaller than subatomic particles. If it exists, then what would it be? Would it be the metaphysical world? Does the metaphysical world really exist? Are "auras" things that are smaller than subatomic particles?


    She sees them.


    Who?


    The girl who is sitting across the room. She can see that.


    She can see what again?


    She can see "auras." That''s what she claims.


    So, a girl who can see auras. How would her life be? How would the life of a girl with super vision be? Her eyes are more precise than a microscope. She sees humans not in their flesh and bone forms but beyond that. And her vision becomes more precise during the full moon.Unauthorized use: this story is on Amazon without permission from the author. Report any sightings.


    So, she is a girl with an excellent vision. But if you think about it, we can¡¯t label it as an excellent vision. Because we do not know what excellence is.


    She is beautiful. But her vision of beautiful things is different.


    What''s her name?


    Aira.


    Aira?


    Yes. What does it mean?


    It means the breath of life.


    She was my breath of life.


    You were in love with her?


    Yes, I was. Very much.


    What happened?


    She left me.


    Why?


    She said she didn''t like how one of my cells looked.


    Uh?


    Yeah... she said the cell located right beside my heart cells looked abnormal.


    It looks ugly, she said...


    So, she left me.


    But now you are in the same room with her, and she doesn''t recognize you?


    Yeah, she doesn¡¯t. She sees things that are smaller than subatomic particles. And she says I look different every time, and the only way to identify me is by touching the cell near my heart. And she said it got uglier.


    How?


    Uhm... by having more debts?

 CELL 2

    That night, I left the caf¨¦ with my mind, body, and soul missing every part of her. I missed her scent; I missed her smile; I missed playing with her long black hair and her thin, delicate fingers¡ªholding them was the biggest blessing ever. She was, and still is, so beautiful. Captivating. I thought I had moved on from her, but tonight proved me wrong.


    All the memories I had with her came crashing through my mind. I slept wondering what we could have been if we hadn¡¯t given up on us seven years ago. She still looked the same after all these years. If I compare my current self to who I was four years ago, the difference is enormous. I looked like a boy back then¡ªno sexy muscles, no defined jawline, and my hair never looked neat. Now, I¡¯d say I¡¯ve changed 180 degrees. But sadly, she couldn¡¯t recognize me. She didn¡¯t even look in my direction. I doubt she even realized I was there.


    We didn¡¯t have a big age gap; she was four years older than me. I was 19, and she was 23. She was working while I was still studying for my A-levels. Despite being older, she always looked younger. And now, she looks like she could win over every man in the caf¨¦ with just a smile. She looked so stunning in that simple outfit¡ªjeans and a sweatshirt. I never knew a woman could look so captivating in something so casual.


    Behind that sweatshirt, I still remember the warmth of her body. Every time we cuddled, I¡¯d gently massage her breasts. She loved it. She¡¯d tease me, asking me to give more attention to her right breast because she said it was bigger than the left. Honestly, they looked and felt the same to me. Every evening, I found immense pleasure in lying on her chest, my head resting on her breasts as I played with them.Support the author by searching for the original publication of this novel.


    We were together for exactly 14 months. We did so much together. She was my first relationship, my first kiss, and my first sexual experience. She was far more experienced in relationships and intimacy than I was. Maybe that¡¯s what I liked about her. Her maturity and confidence were both intimidating and exciting.


    That night, as I fell asleep, I had a strange and disturbing dream. I remember it vividly. We were having sex¡ªshe was on top of me, her body moving rhythmically against mine. Suddenly, her hair turned blue, and she jumped off me, running away naked. I stayed on the bed, still naked, watching her figure fade into the distance.


    Confused and shaken, I stood up to gather my clothes.


    ¡°Hey, fishy, you better swim now,¡± a voice whispered in my ear. The sound was chilling, and I woke up instantly, sweating and trembling.


    I hated it. She was my first and my last. Since her, I haven¡¯t been able to connect or develop any sort of romantic feelings for anyone else. I can¡¯t even think about being intimate with someone else.


    I think she¡¯s cursed me¡ªto die alone, carrying only the weight of her memory