Kleya never liked how the sun flaunted. She was more of a night person. She liked the moon, the stars, the cold breeze--everything that made the night.
It took her three nights... Three September nights to know why.
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written in English.
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Kleya's POV
There were indelible nights that they were as if the long nights that you would never want to end. They were vivid and at the same time, vague. The nights that we woke up from that brought us varieties of emotions in the morning:Yearning, joy, pain, sometimes hopelessness, or extreme gloom even. But mine has always only been the latter.
It has been a normal morning for me. Not until the autumn month started.
"What's with the long face first day of the week?" Aki casually sat beside me, munching on his sandwich. "I meant you look sad." He corrected like I didn't get it.
I yawned and fixed my seat. Some of our classmates were already talking to each other early in the morning like how students would except for me.
Waking up early frustrates me, the early morning sun flaunting me its brightness does not impress me, and neither does Aki has the strength to cheer me up with his morning energy.
I bet he wouldn't try to, nonetheless.
"You were not born yesterday, Aki." I reminded him.
"I know. You're always been like that." He muttered in a matter-of-fact tone. "What are you doing?"
I returned to my phone and abruptly showed him what I was reading on my phone. I recently discovered a site where you can anonymously submit content of any of your likes and was open for other users. I was reading one when he arrived.
"Without some development, there can be no relationship.
I'm not wrong to feel this way and I will not approach someone who will attack me because I suffered when they felt like they were doing an A+ job."
"Like I saw." He sarcastically said. I laughed and put down my phone. "Was it a social site?"
I nodded. "They were venting out," I said. "Parents issues." I shrugged.
I felt his stare as soon as I mentioned the words.
"You can vent out on me, too." He casually said. Trust me I know. "How's it?"
I shrunk in my seat and stared forward. Some streaks of sunshine were pushing in through the open windows on the side. The streaks made bright spots as they hit the whiteboard in front.
