Do we get second chances in life?
Is it possible to change an outcome even if it already happened?
What is the real meaning of strength?
Those who are physically strong, or those who's will doesn't shake against someone or something bigger?
If we...
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2002
Running around the living room excitedly, I completely ignored my mother's warning to be careful. Hearing a knock on the front door, mom goes over to open it, while I decide to keep entertaining myself by jumping over the furniture, which, now that I think about it, isn't such a good idea...
Feeling my foot get caught on the back of the couch, my heart skips a beat and I try to protect my face.
Shit-
Everything starts to go in slow motion, the floor coming closer, the pounding of my heartbeat and my mom's distressed shout. Closing my eyes and waiting for the impact, a few seconds go by and I never feel it. Slowly opening my eyes, my vision is taken over by a mop of black hair.
"S-shini! Hi!" I exclaim, feeling my face heat up at the fact that my face is squished between his neck and left shoulder.
"You really need to listen to your mom more." He says, a chuckle escaping his lips at the end of the sentence as he helps me stand.
"Y-yeah," I nervously say, not meeting his gaze and scratching the back of my head. "Sorry, mom."
"Come on, kid." Shinichiro says, placing a hand on my shoulder, interrupting the tense silence in the room. "The other's are waiting for you at the dojo." Nodding at his words, I look over at mom, who nods back at me with a small smile.
"Have fun, honey. I'll see you later." Giving her a hug, Shinichiro leads me out of the apartment and down to the first floor, where his bike is.
Feeling the excitement growing back, I look over at the male with something akin to sparkles in my eyes.
"I get to ride with you?!" I exclaim happily and he chuckles, nodding.
"Of course, Zami. How else would we get to the dojo?" Feeling my whole body start shaking with excitement, I run over to the bike, walking all around it and looking at all the new upgrades he's given it.
"Wait... This is a whole new bike!" I exclaim, noticing the subtle differences. "This is a CB250T, these are so rare!" Realizing that I'm ranting, I quickly stop talking and stand beside the bike, feeling my cheeks heat up again. "Sorry-" Feeling his hand rest on top of my head, I look at him and see him smiling.
