Light was so bright. There was a girl. I cannot see her face because of the bright light shining like the sun. Even our surroundings, I cannot see. I was sitting—something like a seat of a swing. The girl seems to be talking. I was just there, sitting, listening, and thinking. Thinking something that I do not even have a clue what it was.
“—ah, I got to go—“said the girl, and she bidded good-bye to me. A good-bye that felt so sad, a good-bye that wanted me to burst tears. I wanted to say something to her. I tried to open my mouth, but it was dry. My heart would not let me say it no matter how desperate I wanted to. She walked away. Being sucked by the never-ending light, never to be seen again.
Darkness was filling the light. I was sucked into the abyss. Alone. Forgotten.
Wait. This feeling… I felt like lying on soft cotton. I felt like being born again. Being carried up to the light of this miserable world. I opened my eyes. I was in my room, sleeping, but was woken up by a mysterious, powerful force inside me. I sat bolt upright. I hugged my knees while sitting down on the bed. It was just a dream.
I turned my head to the window. It was morning, obviously. The sky was hazy. Buildings can be seen from here. Another day for a lame person like me.
I stood up. My head hurts. Sweat was dripping from my face—wait, this wasn’t sweat. I placed one of my fingers on my wet cheeks and tasted it.
“Salty…”
Meh, absolute rubbish. I am not crying. In fact, I did not cry for two years. I lazily walked to the mirror. I stood in front of the mirror. There was a man with long, pointy but messy brown hair. There were also strands of hair because of sleeping. He was wearing a soggy white shirt that had not been washed for days. He was also wearing boxers, colored in blue with white stripes. I realized that it was just my reflection. A reflection of a monster that has woke up from its nest looking for prey.
The words from the girl were still tingling in my eardrum like a taiko.
“—ah, I got to go—“
It echoed deep inside my mind. Strange. I was sure I had not heard that voice before. A sweet voice, a sweet sad voice bothering me. It was getting annoying.
I was in the kitchen. I poured coffee in my cup. Sitting alone on my small coffee table. Light from the outside had already creeped into the kitchen window by the sink. It dazzled me.
I took a small gentle sip of my coffee and enjoyed its bitterness. The aroma was making me feel a lot better. I am already used being alone, enjoying this never-ending miserable cycle called—life.
After wearing my clothes—jeans and a shirt under a coat, I stepped outside, into the morning light.
Skyscrapers.
Cars.
People.
Tokyo.
A completely new day.
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Remember That Time?
RomanceStory of of two long lost friends. Are they going to meet again? Fall in love? Will they be happy? It is up to them. It is our choices what makes us different. The story is set on modern day Tokyo. There will be new chapters every week. The story m...