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Chapter 1: Love

What does it feel like to fall in love?

What does it feel like to devote something to someone?

What does it feel like to be there at every moment of their life?

To fall in love is something... Weird. It makes you feel various emotions that you thought you didn't have. The once feeling of distance between each other becomes a bridge of empathy that connects them to a door that leads to their own perspective world. Once entering that door you begin to learn to feel and share the other person's everything as if they were their own. You learn to experience events that make them joyous, sorrowful, furious, envious, and everything else.

It makes both parties do things that they should and shouldn't. From something simple, like doing an act that makes them smile, to something drastic, like abandoning everything and sacrificing for them, it varied depending on the person who was willing to go through and how far they would go. Really... Love is something weird... and dangerous.

But how come they fall in love? When did they fall in love? Why did they fall in Love? So many questions need to be answered only to be met with an unclear and vague question that relies on feelings instead of logic.

"Although... I may be able to give an answer on that"

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Vayne... When did I fall for you? Looking back, there were just so many moments since our first encounter up until █████. The day when we first met was when my father brought me along to meet her. He thought that, since he and her father are good colleagues, it was a good idea to bring me to meet her. I wasn't the brightest kid at making friends so my parents tried their best to help me.

When we finally got introduced, I could still remember the "I'm not impressed" look on her face. Admittedly, it didn't really help me to befriend her, it just makes Vayne hard to approach for a nervous kid like me. Then again, that's one of the things I like about her. For the rest of the day, we didn't do anything, well... more like I didn't do anything, since I just followed her around as she did something that I didn't understand at that time of age.

Eventually, there was a time when she would have to attend lessons that her parents signed up for. Her father offered me to join her during it but I just declined and sat at the sideline. As I sat there, I could still remember how amazing she was at her lessons. From combat to literature, she was stunning for someone the same age as me could do. In the end, I became interested in it and started to mimic her a little. Each time I would try and fail I could see that she was smiling and seemed to be holding in a laugh from coming out. I myself was embarrassed by it and beginning to have bad thoughts but it was all relief when she pointed out the mistakes I made and corrected me on how to do them properly between her lessons. It makes me happy that she would do this, it felt special to me.

Even though I continued to mimic her, I still didn't join her in her lessons and still sat on the side just because I was still embarrassed. But then, came her piano lessons. As I sat there, I witnessed how elegant she sat while the tutor stood on her side. The way her fingers are placed as she prepares herself to play fills me with curiosity. As the metronome began to tick rhythmically, set by the tutor, she started to play. As soon as she pressed the keys, I was taken aback by the soothing sound of the piano and the harmonious composition of the song. For the entirety of her performance I just silently sat in admiration. I didn't try to mimic her as I was still kept by her performance. For a moment, all things were gone, the guidance of the tutor had drowned to nothing, the wealthy background of her mansion turned to a blurred view and soon blended into a singular white color.

Then, I was brought back to reality when she had stopped playing and my father told me that it was time to go home. I didn't try to hide my disappointment and sadness when he told me about it so I reluctantly followed my Dad to the front of the mansion and bid farewell, with Vayne's father accompanying us there. Just before we're about to depart, Vayne suddenly comes by his father's side to ask if she could see me again. Both fathers could only stare in shock at her for a brief moment before they laughed at it. Some few words were tossed here and there by both of them with nothing bad of the sorts. In fact, they were glad about what she had said. Apparently, Vayne also had a somewhat hard time making friends her age so her father was more than delighted for me and my father to visit again.