Her Encounter to the Blue Eyed Man

She shook her head while her other hand was busy searching for her kerchief inside her bag "No no, it's okay".

The fabric is expensive as it is obviously made in linen. There's no way that she will accept or think of holding the cloth. The man might have asked for a new pair of cloth in exchange for her staining his. She has no money to even buy a new dress, much less a kerchief made in linen textile.

Theron made a shocking expression when she finally took in the woman's face. Specks of gold, green, and brown danced on her irises while white strands of hair swayed in the gentle wind. He blinked, slightly shaking her head as the surprise sinks in. He laughed inwardly to hide his sudden trance "HAHAHA"

Seira's eyes shifted to the man who was behind the guy that just offered a kerchief on her while covering her nose. She was met by a pair of striking blue eyes like what she saw in the gateway earlier. She had to hold in a gasp when she finally took in the man's face. He has a sinful beauty that will stop anyone from their tracks like he came out from a painting. Too handsome to be true and something about the way he pressed his naturally red lips together told her that he is not an ordinary person at all. He was wearing a black suit with gold lining in the neck and the lower layer of the sleeve strained on his body matched with a black satin cloak. She didn't miss the black X-shaped earring of him swinging slightly in the gust of the wind that passed by. His overall attire emphasized his brilliant electric blue irises. Every feature on his face was sharp as a knife. He has an inscrutable expression on his face adding up to his cold and dark aura. She should've felt alarmed but a strange feeling came over her.

A cracking sound of something grabbed the attention of the two. Seira, who was busy rummaging through her bag, turned to her right. Her eyes widened at the polished shoes stepping at the two necklaces she just bought a while ago. As soon as the foot moved past the necklaces, the once solid stone of the accessory was shattered into pieces.

"Let's go" a spine-chilling voice came behind her. She glanced up and yelled "What is your problem?!" the man intentionally stepped on the necklaces she just bought not an hour ago.

"Use this for your elbow" the man in front of her suddenly said, grabbing her wrist and putting his kerchief and a seam of coins in her hand, turning to look at the man who had an impassive and cold expression. "I'm sorry for his behalf"

He scratched the back of his head, looking at her apologetically before walking towards the man who had a pair of blue eyes that was already standing a few feet away from her.

Seira gritted her teeth. Does this man think she needs money? Well, she does need money but if the seam was for compensation for what his friend did, she didn't need that. She wants an explanation to what the reason behind that hostile action his friend "I don't need compensation—"

"Your eyes are my problem, it's ugly" the man said all of a sudden, still wearing his deadpan expression; tucking his hands in his pants; staring directly into her eyes before walking away.

The wind blows, smoothly sweeping the afternoon dust in the air. The golden sun rays of the sunset lit up the place where Seira and the mysterious man were standing a few feet away from each other. Every gush of the wind sways the long white hair of Seira and emphasizes her gold irises.

Seira stared at the man, shocked to utter a word until the two men finally merged into the crowd. She bit her lower lip; looking down until a tear dropped to the dry and dusty road.

"So do I" she defeatedly muttered to herself, completely forgetting the irritation she felt just a while ago.

As soon as she reached the train station. She is panting, having trouble breathing but she still managed to push herself to the jam of people entering the train. She took a deep breath and sat on a vacant seat near the window. Her eyes were fixed on the outside, busy roaming around to spot the two men.

The hair on the back of her neck rises. She clutched her dress tightly. She could hear the people around her discuss wicked things about her that made her even tenser. Although she wanted to hide herself from the sight of people, it is her least priority for the moment.

"Attention, passengers, we have a very full train today so please don’t block the doors. We will be moving shortly" the voice speaker on the train announced.

After a few minutes, the train moved at the exact time she spotted the two men who were glancing around.

She weakly leaned on the glass window; watching the sun setting down until the train moved past to light and swallow by shadows. The once orange sky was nowhere to be found. She sighs as she is now starting to feel the fatigue of her body and the burning of her wounds. Tired was an understatement of what she was feeling. She was emotionally, physically, and mentally exhausted especially when she came to realize that she didn't bring the owl with her, some of the things inside her bag were missing—her purse and bill letters with her name on them.

She hit her head to the window; still fixated on the dark surroundings outside the train.

"Are you okay Miss?" the middle-aged woman with a child in her arms sitting beside her asked.

The question made her teary for a second. It's been a long time since someone asked her that. She swallowed the lump in her throat and tried her best to smile "Yes, I'm okay"

The woman didn't look convinced at all but didn't ask anything and just nodded at her with a consoling smile; proceeded on rocking the baby and singing a lullaby in a low tone.

She leaned her head on the glass window and stared at the sky. She was not okay. No one would be okay when a Seer rattled off a mysterious remark to them, accused of being a thief and no one helped her. The two persons that will prove her freaking innocence denied her, pushed for more than twice already, when they met horrible men from their past and met a mysterious and rude man. She is tired, hungry, and beaten.

Her day was pure trouble. It is a wrong decision to come here after all. She should've just stayed with Mary or her friend, Billy, even Circe can pass as a companion for a day. Sighing, she closed her eyes, hoping that she forgot all the mishap occurrences of her day; waiting for the train to stop at Parton Station, where her town is located—the Palsbury

.……

"Do you think that community is starting to move again?" Theron asked, still on his guard.

Like the usual, he didn't receive any reaction from Kyrian who was still looking straight ahead with his blank and deadpan expression. Even though he has known him since they were childhood, he still feels intimidated even when Kyrian doesn't do anything or just stands beside him. Well, he guessed anyone would feel the same way when Kyrian Azrael Nathrezim, the crowned prince of Adeosian Kingdom and was named as 'Prince of Death' was standing behind them. He was the epitome of perfection aside from his attitude. He was a dangerous, painstakingly vigilant, cold, calculating, unforgiving man, and ruthless. He was not a person who took no for an answer either. Anyone who gets on his bad side ends up being dead or badly hurt.

"Why did you do that, Kyrian?" Theron curiously questioned about him stepping and intentionally breaking those necklaces earlier, changing the subject at once.

"It's on my way," Kyrian simply replied.

He chuckled, typical Kyrian.

"She….. I mean her hair color was surprising and unforeseen as well as her eyes. I didn't think that I would be able to stare at mesmerizing amber irises in my life" He looked up at the orangish sky as the sun started to hide itself in the horizon "Don't you think saying it ugly was overdoing?"

"I didn't overdo anything, I do find it ugly"

Theron became serious all of a sudden; slowly nodding his head in understanding, still staring at the sky "Or do you remember her with those eyes?" It is a question he knows for sure he will never get an answer to. Kyrian avoids all the topics and prohibits everyone from saying anything related to her—to the girl in his past.

"Never did I forget her," said Kyrian, turning in the alleyway.

Theron stared surprised at Kyrian's back but keep his mouth shut, fully aware if he opens his mouth again, his ashes will entrain together in the wind.