This is the story of a simple boy... Living with his mother, and having a boring repetitive life. However, he doesn't know what is TRULY repetitive until he witnesses a tragic scene, and begins to live the same day over and over.... During this time, the TRUE story begins to unfold... (This story was originally published on wattpad by my friend, but ever since left me and deleted their account. I believe this story deserves more love, so I will be entirely re-writing it, relying entirely on my memory. Thank you so much for The Original "Orange Hue", Pocky. I hope I treat this masterpiece well...) {OC STORY} {RANDOM TIMED UPDATES}