The Tale Of Something Else.

Chapter 1

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"Why is this not working..no..why is everything not working?!..help me!"

The young girl of 17 was struggling to find peace, her best friend right beside her sighs and pats her shoulder, the extent of love her friend had for that particular boy was overwhelming. Just a step away from obsession.

"Come on Su..you don't actually believe that this rubbish black magic which you saw in Instagram works, do you?", she sighs, "What? That clicking your fingers 7 times after writing the name of the person you love in the mirror with your saliva..don't you think its the next level of insanity?", she scrunched her nose, "And also gross!"

Sutan sighs and rolls her eyes.

"Will you just stay quiet Rina? It never hurts to try once right?"

"Just once?..my god Sutan! You tried over- wait is it 14th times now? Yes! 14 times!"

Sutan sighs, she puts her head down on the desk getting tired of everything. Each and everything. She tried the method over and over again but it never affected to the boy she wanted it to affect. Rina sighs, shaking her head and went back on copying the notes.

Sutan silently looked at the front towards the boy she really wanted. He was three desks front from her, still he was the only one who caught her eyes. She twirled the pen in her fingers staring at the boy, the way his lips moved while talking with his bench partner, the way he wrote in the copy with the most gorgeous hand she ever saw, the way he smiled oh so beautifully, the way his hair messed up from the wind as he sat beside the window..everything he does, she melted like the small candles melting any second from the big flames.

She spoke while looking at Rina, "But that magic worked on others..how can it not work on him"

Rina sighs and looks at the other with irritation, "Are you insane Su? They are doing this- I mean acting this just for the views and nothing more..don't be so naive". Sutan looks down scratching the skirt, she was indeed going insane for the boy. Sutan looks up at the front towards the person,

"...Fuji Yamamoto..why"

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I am scrolling through my phone while sitting on the empty bus stop, in this time no one comes to ride the bus, but he comes. I smelt the scent from far away and raised my head, he was coming, I didn't took the bus, because my house is right on the different side. But just to watch him and be near him for sometime, I can take the bus. The bus arrives right away when he arrives at the stop, I was in dilemma if to just get on the bus first or let him.

Before I can think of anything, he looked at me, my whole body shivered when our eyes met and I saw no one at the moment..nothing, just light..I was staring at him and immediately got on the bus, he got behind me. He sat in his usual spot and I sat two seats behind him in my usual spot.

He sat while listening to the music on his headphone. Oh for how long will I keep doing this? For how long will I keep watching him and doing nothing. I kept glancing him, the ride till his house is of sharp seventeen minutes, and I again have to get down from the bus, take another bus and then..will I reach home.

Sigh..

It's been three months I've been behind him like this, I am not getting time to study. I get home late, I get scolded by my parents, but I really don't care. I know his place, I have seen his relations with his parents, he is the only son of Mr. Hirohito Yamamoto and Mrs. Soha Yamamoto. They are very loving parents to their sole son Fuji Yamamoto. I can already tell how from where his attractiveness came, the family of visuals.

I looked at him when the bus stopped, he stood up taking his bag pack, my eyes never left him. He got out of the bus and went inside the house' gate. So this was how we separated atlast. Not to mention I will see him again tomorrow, I glanced at my wrist watch and saw it was already 4 pm. I will be home at around 5 now. I need to do projects too..oh lord.

After I watched him go he didn't even glanced behind once, I bet he still hasn't noticed that I am here just because of him, just to see him a little more. The bus started moving away, I now focused on my destination, I scrolled through my phone and saw the same ritual to get your love ones..

Its bullshit.

Rina is already so mad that I believe in this type of things, but I really can't help it. This love is making me insane. Eating me whole, alive and now I can't even breathe properly when I don't see him. The bus went on, only a passenger sitting at the last seat, she is always here too, she Looks always tired..must be exhausted from the work, she looks beautiful, kind and a middle aged woman. I can't help but glance at her once before I got off of the bus. She seems helpless like me, I feel attached to her, maybe we have the same problem. She can't get her loved one and I can neither. When the bus stopped I got out, I went and sat on another bus stop, the sky was already getting dark, as it is autumn and the days are really short. It was already 4:40. I am tired.

The bus arrived right away, I got in it and there were as usual total six passengers. I sat on my usual spot near the window, they didn't notice me, maybe they are also tired seeing the same faces. Like me. But I can never get tired of his face..that face reminds me of that greek god Adonis, who was also regarded as the god of beauty. No no, Fuji is more divine and beautiful. None can match his beauty and I am so sure of it.

Soon the bus stopped and I got out, I glanced at the watch and it was already 5:06. Just a little walk and then- ding! I will reach to my house. I strolled down the alleyway and watched the parents taking their kids home from the park, some children were pouting, crying, not wanting to go. Well, I see this everyday. But when I look at those young loving parents, I see myself and Fuji in them. Us in the park taking our little son or daughter back home after playing so much.

My heart beats like nothing when I think about the future with him, oh god..how beautiful it would be, to wake up beside him every morning, when the first thing I see when I open my eyes is him, the last thing I see when I close my eyes will be him, the way he engulfs me in his warm arms, the way his lips will feel against mine, the way we will talk nonstop about how our day went. I want to feel that feeling so much. My life will be full and I would ask for nothing more.

I finally arrived to my house, I knocked on the door and waited impatiently, while tapping my foot on the floor. I can't wait to see him. The door opened after some time and my mother stood infront of me, she looked at me with her infamous disapproving eyes. She sighed and let me in. I opened my shoes and straight walked towards the stairs.

"Won't you even greet me?"

My mother's voice stopped me, I looked at her and sighed softly. "Okaasan I am tired"

"Oh I know in which thing you're tired"

She went back to the kitchen. I stared at her leaving figure and sighed heavily. It is always like this, same drama between me and my mother, we never really get together properly. Maybe its because I don't like her that much from the day she decided to leave my father for another man. I was so young at that time, my mother just took the custody of me and my father was left alone. I don't know where he is now and what is he doing, but I know one thing is that I love him very much still and can't wait to tell him that how much I've grown and that I love a person so handsome.

When I reached to my room, I straight went and sat on the chair infront of the study table, I pulled the drawer and took out the file, I smiled while wiping the dustless file and slowly opened it.

The pile of photos of the person I love..

Fuji Yamamoto..

I miss you so much.

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                                      To be continued~