A scent of flowers and a voice of confidence which many people around him seem to enjoy, a smile that can even make the angriest person at ease and feuteres that was rather soft than hard sculptured. Everyone seemed to be captured by him. It was said that if he ever was thrown in a room full of unknown people he would walk out with 10 new acquaintances

His Name was Kiran. 

And in the same classroom just a couple seats away with students chatting sat a girl sleeping or that's what she wants other people to think. She wasn't bullied nor ever had experience being left out or anything but that was solely because she never experienced the things that we people call bonds. She always did things alone and so she've always done.  

She had a precense as small as a corn a voice that was deep and firm. She was taller most of the boys in her class and wasn't as noteworthy like other people in her class but she had a dream of one day to become an author. 

Her name is Ayan. 

It was a Saturday morning yet Ayan was sitting across of her therapist in an office that was very stylish sometimes Ayan wondered if her therapist really was 45 years old since most of the older generation doesn't seem to keep up with the trends now days. The room was grey and had perfect lighting not to dark nor to light just the perfect light to feel cozy but still in the right mood to talk. 

Her therapist Dr. Rosewell sat across her on a white soft chair she wore a blue dress and her nails were painted red properly to match her hair and freckles Ayan though my to herself although it was very much beyond beautiful. Dr. Rosewell was very kind and energetic I've always thought that she was very easy to talk to like a friend but at the same time keeping a professional distance which was perfect for me. 

My therapy session lasted for about 45 minutes which was rather okay since I needed to swing by the hospital anyways. 

"Dr. Rosewell" I said 

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" yes" she replied while writing down something on her notepad after our recent conversation. 

" do you ever meet someone on the most terrible moment? " I asked while looking up on the cealing with my back laying down fixing my gaze at the cealing I should admit by now that I was always comfortable with Dr. Roswell so I always made myself home as she said. 

" what do you mean by that?" she had now looked at me and stopped writing. 

" I mean" I took a deep breath " let's say that you know someone and you've never crossed paths before only on a professional distance like jobs or even schools but one day you meet them at the worst moment" 

" you mean like a embarrassing moment" she said while raising her right eyebrow. In a soft jokingly tone. 

" could be that or somewhere were you didn't expect them to be let alone meet them there" I answered

" Ayan I don't quite follow"  she replied while fixing her posture.

I got up and looked at her 

"there is this guy in my class and I saw him at the hospital" 

" what do you mean by that" her expression had now changed into a different one where she frowned but in a questioning way and a hint of concern"

" Well the thing is everyone goes to hospital but when I saw him he was different" 

" Well did he see you" she questioned me. 

" no he didn't" 

" well then I guess you don't have to worry if you did something embarrassing then" she said while giggling. 

" yeah you're right" I joined giggling with her. 

She looked down at her watch " well Ayan it looks like our time is over" 

I got up and took my jacket and purse. 

" see you next Saturday" she called out while I was walking away from her door 

" yes ma'am" I responded an inside joke between me and her since she didn't like being reminded how old she really is. 

It was december and it didn't seem like the snow was going to melt and let the warmth in any time soon. While I walked on the sideway my footsteps made a sound walking on the snow I was looking down something that my mother had advised me not to do since it made me look weak for threats. 

As fast as I remember that I looked up just like the way I looked up from the outside of the hospital seeing Kiran sitting on the hospital bed in a patient clothing and it didn't look like it was his first time there either I could tell by the expression he had and by the way his precence didn't give of any confidence anymore since all that was left was red eyes and he looked very much weak as if he was mentally drained. 

I stopped and looked up at the sky with car sounds zoning out no matter how much I tried I couldn't wipe of the image of him.