The Myth

Chapter 4

The sulking cry becoming louder and louder. Except Gab have no reaction over it.

"Where are you going?" he ask while his eyes close. 

"You're awake?" Though I have the feeling he isn't. He didn't response so I nodded with my judgement. Still I answer the question just for sure. "Gonna take a walk. I'll be back."

It so noisy outside. Yet not even dog able to bark. The noise so loud those who heard will surely abandone the thought of even cry or even open their eyes. So I imagine the night shifters, are they good?

However I don't know and don't have any idea of what's their work are. So basically I don't know if they leave the place. No establishment really open at night for unknown reason.

The night sky is good, yet my mind remind those lights filled the cloud. Specifically Pyro, or was it Pryor? 

"Whatever his name is," I murmur with a sigh, not until I hear the familiar voice outside.

"What's with this place?" it came from afar yet the silence able one to hear him. "Silence and all, yet more like a haunted place!"

"Pyro?" I felt like dreaming. Sure I was. How possibly it is that he suddenly stop, looking the direction I stood silently. It's location barely seen, with darkness around cause by the shadow of the Building.

"It's you!" he's filled with excitement and I can't stop myself from blinking. What's wrong with him?

"What are you doing here?" I ask, though impossible he's here for me, it's also impossible that's it's reality. Yet I don't think he's part of those distant memory. "Did I forgot?" I thought before he finally reach me.

"You suddenly gone," he narrates it with expression of deep longing. "Good you really home."

"You're worried I lost, is that what you're trying to say?" His eyes widened and able to remain calm. 

"Let's sit first, shall we?" he tense, barely smile with his blinking eyes.

"Sure," I give way and find the wooden chair for two. "Let's sit here then."

"Isn't it design for a couple?" His words fill with curiousity, as if there's meaning of sitting with him. I only blink, not find humor to the question. Yet he laugh those away, perhaps thinking I am weird enough to just stare seriously?

He cleared his throat, sweating all over. "Anyway-"

"You're lost," I cut him off, felt the strangeness that couldn't let go about.

"How did you..." he look down, as if embarass that I know? Yet he lifted his head with a soft cry. "So you found me, then."

"What?" I lost all the ounce of to think, he definitey worth much of my attention. I smirk. "So what do you want?"

"Are you going to grant my wishes?" He seems fond of fairytales and I don't know but I laugh away the feeling of strange. The sulking cry determine my mood, smiling ear to ear and nodded to his question. 

If one ask why engage to this nonsense, the cry has the answers. Isn't it weird they stop crying just as he smile brightly? It's happen first the moment he saw me, and that's alone is one thing to think deeply about. He able to see through the dark?

Nope. It's beyond the knowledge of this world. I can say...my presence determine my location. 

Also, the sulking cry comes from those entities that I thought potrayed in the festivities. However, no one in their right mind to projected those being here. 

Or they want to be curse, just like they always believe?

"What's your wish, then?" His smile gulp me, first and foremost determine how my grants of wishes really is a good thing for him. Is he that lost?

"How much do I wish?" he's attentively waiting and that's alone is mesmerizing. Is he...just flirting?

I look away, feeling conflicted. The thought just now is a disappointment. Did I just forgot the tragedy just because of it?

"You have...three," I reply, looking so far away. I felt his curiousity as I face the place with heavy face. Yet he didn't ask, just staring intently.

I can't help but smirk, trying to intimidate him. "Are you curious how I grant those wishes?"

He gasp, unable to process why I'm even asking. "You mean... You can produce home if I want to?" he point his finger just at the top of my nose, though he seems unaware and that's a bother. I look away and he chuckled in excitement, manly and all that I abandon the idea earlier even more. 

"Right!" he snap his finger, looking closely when remember. "Can I know who the person's granting my wishes?"

I don't know but mock him the moment I realize the sulking cry gone for good. Is he that happy I able to grant him wishes? 

Suddenly it came to mind how this all unfair. Sure I can grant him wishes, yet what to do with the energy I'll going to waste.

"How will you going to pay me with granting your wishes?" He groaned, definitely shock to the expression I barely shown. It's a mockery to cover the excitement of how he will going to react and pay those wishes of his.

"What about..." there's a glint in his eyes as he approach closely, even his breath so warmth that filled me. 

He smile, as if learn something and whisper softly...or was it flirty? "...my body?"

"You..." He chuckled in madness and I glared. "What are you trying to achieve, Pyro!"

"P-pyro?" his eyes darkened. "Are you mistook for someone else, Arsy?"

"What-" his expression such a bother, fill with disaster that again, lead me to the old days.

There...no one will confuse the two names...

"Pryor!" someone will praised the name.

"Is Pyro-" suddenly halted and face bang to the ground.

"It's Pryor!" the people who hear the poor woman. 

So I wonder...what will happen to someone like myself who bold enough to say it to his face? I hide the excitement with mockery, trying to observe deeper. He manage to calm a bit but I suddenly said, almost a whisper, "Pyro is...the love of my life."

Strangely, his eyes widened, not in fiery or some sort of flame. He nodded. "Well," his voice as if from the distant, unable to hear just fine, "I'm Pyro."