popsicle boy

the evening sun

        I close my eyes as the wind blows and gently waves my hair. I sweep my hair behind my ears and open the book lying next to me, also trying to find my favorite pen but it's just disappeared in the grass, I get up and sigh "that was my best ink pen, where could have it gone to" no matter how I look I can't find my pen, I must have left it at home, so I start stomping down the mountain and towards home. When I get home, I sit by a window and stare at the evening sun, it brings me some kind of hope, as if I could write again, but this time the story is not about brave soldiers or wise detectives, but about something much more important that doesn't reveal itself until the moment is right.
"wow...that was poetic," i think while closing my eyes and it doesn't take long until I fall asleep.

        I went out right away in the morning, because I need  more ink. I walked the long stone roads of liyue harbor, trying to find a shop where i could find some ink. finally, after searching for a while, i find a bookstore. Just as I'm about to open the door, someone slams the door open and right in my face. I fall backwards onto the ground
"Oh dear, did you get hurt... I'm sorry I didn't notice you," says the guy who opened the door.
"n-it's nothing," I reply, rubbing my aching back.
i look up only to meet blue haired boy with a worried gaze. After just staring at each other he reaches out and helps me get up from the ground. I dust off my clothes, cursing to myself at the same time. "Do you need to go to the pharmacy to get painkillers" the blue haired boy asks? "no, I'll be fine. don't worry," I assure him. I push him aside and nod goodbye before entering the store. after I've done my business, I walk down stairs to get to the harbor i stop when k see the same boy sitting on the ground. when I get closer, he turns around and stares at me. I raise my eyebrows questioningly "what does he want now", I sigh and stop in front of him.
"sorry about that earlier," he says. I just nod in response, because I'm not in the mood for small talk at all, I just want to go home and read books. "I-I bought you this, as if to apologize," he says, extending his hand towards me. I shift my gaze his hand and notice how the boy offers me a popsicle. I blush slightly "I-I can't take that...you can keep it" I say and run away, while the he shouts something after me.
After getting home, I throw myself on the bed and buried my head in the pillow, I can't get the boy's ice blue eyes out of my mind, I'm only now realizing how beautiful he was..
"Can I even call boys beautiful", I think and bury myself deeper in my bed, I didn't even ask his name. I turn around and stare at the ceiling "popsicle boy" I whisper quietly. I grab my notebook and pen from my bedside table, open a fresh bottle of ink and dip the tip of the pen, I start to write. light blue hair, eyes like the surface of ice that glisten in the light of the morning sun and his smile... it could light up the whole world. I sigh placing my hand over my heart, I can feel it beating more and more, what is this feeling inside of me, I've never felt anything like it and why does that boy's eyes, smile and hair make me feel this way. you mysterious popsicle boy who are you.

         rest of the day I sit outside on the grass again, enjoying the last days of summer. I snap out from my thoughts when I hear footsteps quietly approaching from behind me, I jump to my feet and pull out my sword, I look around but see no one. I quietly listen around until an arrow flies right next to my ear. "oh damn hilichurls" I shout taking a better grip from my sword.
Soon a bunch of hilichurls jump out from behind the tree close to me. I take a few steps closer, gripping my sword harder and harder, my hands are sweating, I don't like fighting at all. I've never had to fight before. "there are at least six hilichurls, how will I manage alone against them", I think in a panic. My legs shake with fear and my grip on the sword begins to slip, I notice the hilichurls reloading their crossbows and getting ready to fire, I will never be able to fight them, this will be the end of me. I close my eyes expecting to soon feel the searing pain in my body as the arrows pierce me. however, that doesn't happen, instead I hear how  footsteps running from behind me, pass me and run straight towards hilichurls. soon the bow of the last hilichurl falls to the ground, I finally dare to open my eyes, there is a person standing in the middle of the six monsters lying in a pile all dead, how did they do it, the sun shines in my eyes and I can't see who that mysterious hero is. i squint my eyes to see him better, my heart stops when i see that light blue hair "p-popsicle boy" i say out loud.