The Balance of Dance & Love

Once I was Seven Years Old

Fighting.

Every night the fighting would continue. 

All I remember was a month of fighting.

Then dad left.

He left to find a better path of life...that's what mom said.

I may have been 7 but I knew. I knew why he left; me.

He said I was a mistake. He said I was a baby bitch. He said a lot of things.

Each night he would come back drunker and drunker.

He left when my mom asked why there was more liquor in the cabinet that usual.

He yelled more, grabbed a bag and left.

I glad he went away.

But I did cry. There was always one person I could go to.

I met him a long time ago.

Blonde hair.

Red eye.

Beautiful pale skin.

The most adorable smile. He was my only friend.

I would complain and he would listen. 

I remember one time after my father started to abuse my mother.

I jumped out of my window and ran to the park.

He saw me crying and sat next to me.

-flashback-

"Why are you crying"

*silence*

"Y/n I asked you a question" he said sternly, "what do you do when someone asked you a question?"

I looked up with tears flowing down my face.

"You r-respond" I stuttered out.

He stared down at me before giving me the most heartwarming smile.

I quickly wiped away my tears and giggled at his beautiful smile.

-end of flashback-

Those eyes.

That hair.

That...smile.

I've seen it before.

Recently, of course, but where?

Shit

That all wen5 through my head before I grabbed my phone and looked for that one contact. 

That one name.

The only person who has natural red eyes and that smile.

Kentaro.

Next day

School uniforms.

Who ever made them is a fucking perv.

Though seriously who makes skirts 40 cm above the knee?

Well anyways, I continued to slowly walk down the brightly lit hallway before reaching my home room.

As soon as I opened the sliding door, a huge body was thrown as my face.

"What-"

I looked up.

Red eyes.

Shit.