THE RECORD: From Behind The Camera, He Keeps Watching
CHAPTER 17: D-1 (Part 1)

The journey from Pittsburgh to Killington takes about nine hours.

And during that time anyway, I can't stop thinking like this. Along the streets filled with rural and at least settlement makes my feeling even more unpleasant. Especially after last night's shadow warned me not to go to Woodstock like he knew what we were trying to do there.

But in the end we still left. Of course Primrose thinks I was bragging about last night. “There is no such thing as a ghost in this world. Just dig my head if he can show himself to me right now.”.

I can't talk anymore. If that's the principle, what can I do? Primrose just needs proof, so he'll believe it.

I'm trying to clear my mind.

We arrived about twenty minutes ago in Helbert I. Johnson, Killington. While the teachers told us to wait as long as they talked to the manager, I decided to take a break and stared at the buffalo grass stretch that spanned several acres. Pine and acacia trees grow elongated like fences surrounding the glamping area. The air smells wet mixed with the aroma of woody very concentrated spoil the smell. 

Although the beautiful green scenery relaxes me a little, the bad thoughts seem to stick like fleas. Absorbs my energy without my control.

Wh why? Why did one of the passengers forbid me to go there? Who was he and what connection Woodstock had with the Pittsburgh crash? Why should I?

I sorted my temples getting dizzy as many questions occurred simultaneously.

All the strange things that have happened to me lately inevitably make me think that this is all for a reason. I don't know what they're trying to tell me or what's really waiting for me there. I know nothing at all.

I'm not thinking straight. Even when Isaac suddenly sat beside me and put a can of cold milk on my cheek. I nodded in surprise and looked at him.

“You okay?” said the young man taking a seat beside me.

I nodded silently and received the milk can.

For almost a minute we both just quietly enjoyed the gentle breeze of Killington who occasionally flew his hair in a pleasant manner. From the side, I looked at Isaac's face looking straight at the scene in front of him.

Primrose Dwarves have a firm facial structure with a high nasal stem. My eyes came down catching his sharp jaw which made Isaac like a character coming out of a comic book. Not to mention his jet black hair dancing swaying in the direction of the wind. His brown eyes and lips full of the right portions …

This young man …

Isaac turned his head, almost seeing me watching him. “I believe you,” he said suddenly.

I stared back at him, “hm?”

“On you see the passengers of the bus. When I surprised you at the vending machine, you saw it there, right? That's why you looked scared back then.”

I turned my gaze away from her pair of hazel. “You remember apparently,” I said as I opened the milk can cover. Trying to get busy with anything.

I could feel the young man still looking at me from the side. Isaac Petterson's. I don't know why I think lately he's been trying to get close to me. No. gabe. Not romantically. I don't know, I thought maybe it was Primrose telling her to watch me but I felt something she was purely trying to tell me but she tried not to.

“Tonight we're leaving but your face is pale so. Are you sure it's okay?” ask Isaac again.

“My skin is already pale from there. I'm fine,” answered me accordingly while giving him a faint smile. Isaac retorted the corner of his lips, his beautiful hazel still watching my face closely.

“Kurasa no. You used to have cheeks that meron–” the young man stopped his sentence as if he realized something.

“Then?” my question is not to understand.

The Primrose dwarf quickly shifted his gaze. His ears were red and now he was laughing awkwardly.

“Y-yes, first! When .... when I saw you first move to our school,” she explained in an awkward tone. Then suddenly the tall young man got up from his seat.

“Ah is sore! Me .. I go first, yeah. Noah's probably looking for me right now. You know, he's a little dependent on me haha haha. Ha-spent milk. Bye, Crawford.” 

With both of his legs long, the young man hurriedly walked over.

Leaving me alone who was staring at his back with a confused face.

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