⇾𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝, 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐬 ∙⋄♡⋄∙ A poor girl that sees no point in living meets a young boy who helps her discover her reason to keep...
School is boring. There's basically nothing interesting going on. We just stay in class and we're expected to understand the notion that our teacher is trying to teach us. Clearly no one in this classroom learns anything.
One kid has his head on his arms that are laid down on the table and others are looking around the room aimlessly. Some are passing notes and some are staring at the teacher, but they're clearly just lost in their own mind.
Though I guess you could say that teachers are somewhat entertaining. It's better than studying off books. No one wants to do that either.
After boring classes, I was heading towards my locker as per usual. People around me clearly avoiding me and giving me dirty looks.
Since I was looking around, observing humans reactions and facial expressions, I wasn't paying attention in front of me.
And of course, I accidentally bumped into someone.
My dumbass fell to the ground, butt first.
Ouch.
I looked up at the person who I'd bumpen into and my expression turned from one of pain, to one of pure shock and horror.
A cream colored haired boy stood in front of me. He was still standing since I was weaker than him and he was stable enough to stay standing. He had a red stroke of hair which looked really good on him. He was definitely taller than me and wore the school uniform.
My eyes locked in with his. He had red pupils which wasn't really strange since everyone's eye color varied to any color.
Memories that i so desperately wanted to forget came flooding back. I didn't want to remember, I just wanted to forget her death.
Why'd he have to give me the same smile she used to give me...!?
My eyes were wide, so wide that the boy in front of me frowned slightly at my look. Everyone started whispering and that made me panic even more.
I brought my hands to my head as I clutched onto my hair in pure terror as thoughts and memories of my past bestfriend occupied my mind.
No, no, no!!! Not now, I don't want to remember! STOP!!
I looked completely terrorized. The poor boy in front of me looked concerned for me, but I was too busy trying to control my thoughts that I couldn't notice.
"Hey... Are you okay??" He asked me as he bent down to my level and placed a hand on my shoulder.
"L-leave me alone!!" I felt sick to my stomach, all these memories were too much for me to handle. I just couldn't take it. I felt like throwing up.
The boy who was concerned for me was Kazuha. I knew him because he is considered the schools "prince". He's kind to everyone and is quite handsome.
I put my hand to my mouth in an attempt not to throw up right now and hurriedly stood up and attempted to run away from him.
But with his fast reactions, he managed to grab my hand and looked at me with pure concern. No one has shown me these kinds of emotions towards me before...
But I was too scared and felt sick. I needed to run away to the bathroom. I shot him a look of absolute horror and he immediately understood what he needed to do.
He let go of my hand and let me run off to the bathroom. And as you guessed it, I went straight to the toilet and puked all my emotions out.
After barfing for about 5 minutes. I finally calmed down a bit and so did my mind.
I was siting on the bathroom floor next to the toilet. Thankfully, there wasn't anyone that went into the bathroom or was in the bathroom, so that saved me the embarrassment of that.
I washed my face in the sink and went out the bathroom. Basically, it was the end of the day, so the halls were empty now...
Except that there was just one certain cream colored haired boy that looked like he was waiting for someone. That someone most likely being me.
Once he spotted me, he quickly rushed towards me, still looking as concerned as before.
I tired to ignore him and walk away, but he took my arm and stopped me from moving forwards.
"Are you okay? Do you want to tell me what happened??" He asks me, his grip on my arm was a little tight and it slightly hurt me.
I take my hand away from him as he lets go of me and I simply huff at him as I attempt to walk away once more.
I definitely didn't want to talk to him about my past. I was too scared to tell him.
Was he going to hate me? He probably would if he heard what happened to my bestfriend...
I'd rather not tell him. It would hurt me to know that someone like him hate me.
Anyways, I ran out the school and back home.
Just like that another horrible day passed by.
Hooray.
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