Four-Leaf Clover

I met you one afternoon when I was on my last year of high-school. I saw you at the cliff lying on the grass and looking at the sky. I pretended not to see you for I don't want to get close to anybody. Well, you ignored me too. 

 You were there again after two days and you still ignored me. I noticed that you're from a different school. I started to wonder why you were always there doing nothing just staring at the sky like an idiot. 

You have a beautiful face. I just noticed when I saw you next. The setting-sun illuminates your angelic sleeping face. 

 I got curious why you always stay on the same spot everytime I see you. It's the fourth time we met and you are again sleeping or so I thought. You raised your hand without opening your eyes and handed me a four-leaf clover. 

 "What's that?" 

"Four-leaf clover."

 "I know, but..." 

"You have been looking for this, right?" 

 How did you know?I took the four-leaf clover.

 "Thank you." 

"Hmmm." Still with your eyes closed.

 "Aren't you going to ask why I was looking for this?"

 "No." 

"Why?" 

"It's not my business." 

 For an angel, you have a sharp tongue.I discovered that you're a year younger than me and you live next town.

 "You don't live here, why are you here? 

''I like it.'' 

 I shrugged and I lay beside you. I looked up the sky. I want to know why you always look up the sky. I want to see what you see. 

 "Don't you have plans of going home? It's late and almost dark and you're still here."I don't see the sky anymore, you should go home."

 "Ah! There it is..Polaris!" 

"Huh?"

 "The north star. Long time ago, travelers and sailors used Polaris to help them figure out where they were on the ocean and what way they were moving."

 "I know that." 

"That's good. Ja---I'm going home."

 You're a creep. 

 "Three-leaf?"

 "Yes."

 "Why three?" 

"Hmm. Because...my time is almost up." 

"You're dying?" 

"Hmm.Not really."

 "What then?" 

"I will have a brain surgery and the doctor said that, there's a big possibility that I might forget everything." 

"I see." 

"Aren't you going to ask more?" 

"No." 

"Why?"

 "I cannot do anything to stop it anyway."You're really a creep but I like it that you don't ask so many questions, it makes me feel comfortable. 

 ''Meet me at the festival this Saturday morning.''I hate going out but since you invited me, I agreed. I want to see the place where you come from.