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"He used to be mine"

Hiro P.O.V

He's Imperfect,But he tries,

He tried to be friend with me just for teaching him maths even I keep on ignoring him.But I as well ended up having conversations with him which is I feel really comfortable with him. Especially his cherry tone that filled my thoughts about him.

He is good,but he lies,

I had multiple times seeing him being bully and I stand there,yelling at them to get they run away and stay away from him.I was the Senior in the Highschool that time.I help him up and bringing her to nurse room but he refuse and he said he's alright.

He is hard on himself,

I can see where he had to deal with his family didn't allowed for him to join the Band competition for the school and he resign and just seeing him crying.I don't know if I can comfort him.Like I wouldn't get used with him but seeing him hurt,it's make me hurt too.

He is broken and won't ask for help,

For me,confessing my problems to someone never really help even if they understand or not.But if I were him,I could just talk to my family or my friends.He didn't do it.He would sing quietly with his guitar under the tree which is near at the spot where I was studying.He seem didn't recognize me but I know him.

He is messy but he's kind,

We both knock each other and I drop his entire homework.He say something in Spanish which is mean "Sorry" and quickly help me grab the homework.He offer himself to help me carry all the book to the teacher desk and I agree.He is really kind.He wasn't that messy like people say.

He Is lonely most all the time,

He didn't have real friend that always stick with him forever.He rather get love and support from his family and not his friends.If I can be same age as him,I would be his side but I was too busy over fucking big exam that coming up.He's 13 and I'm 15.I promise myself to be more close to him and guide him.

And he is all of this mixed up and bake in the beautiful pie,

When I was done with my exam,I promise myself to get closer with him.Try to be friend with him.He smiled as wide as he can,and I finally sees his wide smile showing his teeth.I motivate and teach him on every bit I can to guide him and he non stop saying thank you to me.

He is gone but he used to be mine

I had to move to San Fransokyo after my both parents died in crash car and living with my aunt Cass there.I don't have time to meet him but leaving him a message under his desk which is more hurt to leave one of my junior that I used to know.I walk down the halls and glance at the school,seeing for the last time before I gone to San Fransokyo Tonight.I would wish I can stay forever but I couldn't.

It's not simple to say,
Most days I don't recognize me,

I dont feel myself well and I still keep on thinking at the Santa Cecilia.My Mind was all their and I couldn't even think straight and just forget it.No I couldn't forget it.I just had to focus on myself.

That these shoes and this apron,
That place and it's patrons,
Have take more than I gave them,

Ever time I passed shoemaker shop,I started to remember where his family wear the same apron and their working as shoemaker to make their family the better.Instead of standing Infront of the Shop,I shook myself and keep on walking.