Harmony is hovering around Urbain once more. He’s been trying to finish his geography homework for the past hour, but things have not been going according to plan. It was supposed to be simple: half an hour of geography before moving onto that essay that’s due in two weeks but that he knows he won’t have time to finish if he doesn’t get a head start right away. It was supposed to be easy, but, as it turns out, it’s horrendously difficult to concentrate on worksheets when Harmony is circling him like he’s prey. It’s way more difficult than Urbain anticipated to practice short-form answer questions when someone is literally breathing down his neck, inspecting every little thing he does.
“Can I…” He sets his pencil down, finally turning to the girl. “Help you?”
“Have your eyes always been this blue?”
Urbain blinks at the girl. Her head is tilted ever so slightly to the side, her brown hair threatening to break out of the purple elastic she’s been using every single day for the past three months, and she’s staring at him with an intensity he’s not used to. She’s staring at him like he holds the secrets of the universe. Or like he has something on his face.
“What?”
“Your eyes.” She says it so matter-of-factly, like it’s obvious that this is what they’re going to be talking about. “Since when have they been this blue?”
“Always?”
It’s a completely ridiculous question. His eyes have been this color his whole life: from the moment he was born to the day he dies, his eyes will be blue. And Harmony knows this. She has known that his eyes are blue since they’ve been little kids. She’s been so aware of this fact that she used to keep a special blue marker in her pencil case because she had to make sure she got his eye color just right every time they were asked to draw family portraits; they’re technically not family, but the one time a teacher tried to correct Harmony, she screamed at the top her lungs that they couldn’t take him away from her and no one dared tried correcting her since. Harmony has always known Urbain’s exact shade of blue; that blue marker was her favorite blue and no one other than her was allowed to use it, just like how no one was allowed to touch her favorite pink crayon or her favorite purple pencil sharpener. Harmony has always been pretty possessive of her favorites, though she always made sure to share with Urbain, which he’s always been thankful for. He can’t even imagine being on the receiving end of Harmony’s wrath.
Her question is stupid. Urbain will not entertain it. He’s not even going to bother continuing on the subject. He’s just going to drop it and go back to his homework. He’s going to completely ignore the girl who is still hovering. Maybe then, she’ll move on and bother someone else or go play on her phone. He’s not going to—
“I’m pretty sure they were bluer when I was a baby, anyway.” Technically, this is the truth. His eyes have lightened up over time, though he’s pretty sure they’ve been the same shade of blue for the whole duration of his friendship with Harmony. “At least, that’s what my mom says. Said it was kinda freaky being stared at by me ‘cause my eyes were just so dark, but I don’t see why she’s all that surprised since I get the blue eyes genes from her and she knows how that stuff works better than I do.”
Urbain could probably go on and on about how his mother is a much better scientist than he is; he’s just better at math than he is at biology and stuff. He gets by just fine, or better than fine if anyone were to ask Harmony or compare their grades, but he’s nowhere near as good as his mother. And yeah, maybe it’s because she’s literally got degrees in that sort of thing, something about physics or computer sciences or whatever, but still, she’ll always be better than he is; hopefully he can be better than her at something, though he highly doubts it. He highly doubts he can ever compare to his mother.
“I should ask her why that happens or I can maybe look it up and—”
Urbain’s heart freezes in his chest as a chin presses down into his shoulder, a soft voice filling his ear.
“Y’know, I guess I’d just never noticed that your eyes are my favorite color, then.”
There’s no need for Harmony to be this close. There’s no need for her to be sitting there, her thigh touching Urbain’s, their shoulders pressed together, her hair tickling his cheek. She doesn’t need to be this close, but then again, Urbain cannot refuse her. He cannot for the life of him push her away, tell her to scoot over or send her on her way. He doesn’t have the strength to choose his homework over his favorite person in the whole wide world, because Harmony truly is his favorite person ever. Urbain doesn’t have it in him to turn his attention away from the girl who will always be the center of his universe.
“Your favorite color is purple, though.”
A smile climbs onto Harmony’s lips. Urbain knows for a fact that blue is not Harmony’s favorite color, nor has it ever been. She has gone out of her way to make sure that all her supplies are purple because, in her own words, purple is the superior color and if she has to suffer through classes, she might as well have pretty and cute things to keep her happy. Purple is the color that makes her face light up; she’s been talking non-stop about maybe dyeing her hair purple this summer. Purple is her color, not blue. Harmony has never cared for blue in the slightest; she once threw a tantrum because her father handed her a blue mechanical pencil instead of the purple one she wanted, though that was admittedly years ago. Still, Urbain knows Harmony far too well to believe this lie of hers.
“Well,” his heartbeat spikes as a soft nose grazes his jaw, “maybe my new favorite color is blue now.”
It means nothing. Harmony doesn’t actually mean it, not her words, nor her actions. She’s just like that. She’s like that with everyone. Urbain isn’t special. Harmony teases everyone; there are no exceptions. No one is safe from Harmony’s teasing; Urbain cannot let himself fall for something as meaninglessly stupid as this. He knows better than to let himself think there is more to this, some unspoken confession of sorts. He knows that Harmony is just joking around and poking fun at Urbain.
“Yeah, right.” He scoffs as he shives Harmony away. “And tomorrow, your new favorite color is gonna be green, and the day after that it’s gonna be ref or yellow or—”
“Or,” Harmony loops her arm with Urbain’s, pulling him close and whispering to his ear, “sapphire will be my favorite color until the day I die.”
She’s so close. Her face is so close as Urbain turns to face her. There’s barely any distance between the two; Urbain’s head is spinning. His eyes don’t know where to settle: should he count the freckles that adorn the bridge of her nose, or should he count the explosive flecks of brown against the pale gray of her eyes? Urbain is just too close; every one of his systems are going haywire. He’s going to go insane; what the hell is he thinking, bumping his nose against Harmony’s before pulling back completely?
“If you say so.” Urbain is losing his composure, and quickly. He’s slowly being driven to madness as Harmony moves closer, like she’s chasing the proximity he is trying desperately to break. “But I’m telling you, you’ll change your mind real soon or you’ll just go back to your purple again.”
Harmony sighs, but she doesn’t pull away. She remains close, laying her head on Urbain’s shoulder again, before sliding her open textbook towards Urbain. She’s on the same page as she was almost an hour ago, which is a little sad but not at all surprising.
“Whatever.” There’s a beat of silence. Urbain begins to contemplate whether or not this was just one big ploy to get him to complete her homework for her. “Can you help me with this? Still doesn’t make any sense to me, and I swear, my parents are going to kill me if I fail the next quiz.”
That, Urbain can do. It’s one of his of many useful skills, though helping Harmony is a lot more enjoyable than with the other students he helps. Working alongside Harmony, explaining things he understood without much difficulty in a way that is so different from how his brain absorbs the information, it’s one of his favorite pastimes. It forces him to see a problem in a completely new way; it’s also an excuse to spend more time with her, sitting closer than necessary, their hands brushing together as Urbain lets his fingers flitter across the pages. It’s the perfect excuse to be catching glances of a pretty girl who is determined to get something right despite her struggles; when they’re working like this, there’s no fear that he’ll be called weird or a freak for looking at her with pure adoration.
When it’s just him and Harmony, everything is so much better.
1. In the opening we see somebody having cardiac arrest. We see jes bleeding but we can't know if the patient is jes or bible. The moment the show starts it introduces us to death.
2. We see job interviewing people with cardiac arrest. But he isn't researching heart diseases. He is researching death. Cardiac arrest especially sudden cardiac arrest have more chances of people dying than living. So he's researching their experience.
3. Great only time travel when he panics or goes into cardiac arrest?? The first time he kills a lady so he panicks. The second time he panicks after hearing the lady. My guess is they are gonna show great having some heart issues.
