Cathaysia of Memories.

SI; The Tide of the Sand.

[this is specifically an idea. not proofread. messy.]
si=short idea.
ss=short story.

Sachi was a high school boy.

Black hair and pale brown eyes, with a small mole beneath his full lower lip.

A tenebrous bearing paired with an often stressed face—it wasn't the best combination.

But it was understandable, because Sachi always heard someone breathing down his neck, only for someone to never be there, behind him.

Saiai was also his only friend.

Saiai's mother went back to her home country for work, so she trusted my father with Saiai.

Sachi's father often joked that Sachi and Saiai had names with completely different meanings, yet could sound similar if said a certain way.

Sachi used to wonder what a "certain way" meant.

"Sachi, did you finish the math homework?"

Saiai walked over and sat on the chair in front of Sachi's desk.

"What?" Sachi was lost in thought.

Saiai sighed with faint laughter in his hazel eyes that curved upwards, "Did you do the homework from yesterday, Sachi?"

"Ah, did I?" Sachi looked up with a thinking expression before looking back at Saiai with a fun smile, "No, stupid."

"Of course you didn't," Saiai looked at him with a playful resentment as he spoke. "But I did!"

"Can I copy?" Sachi pleaded.

"Of course."

Saiai's smile was a little softer.

Sachi sneakily looked at Saiai's calm, relaxed expression as he sorted through his papers.

Whenever he was with Saiai, it was like the feeling of constant vigilance faded away. It's like the people hiding in the shadows disappear for a while.

He liked Saiai a lot.

He's helped him a lot.

"Here," Saiai handed over the paper from yesterday. "Look through it carefully and try to actually understand how it works."

"I understand, Saiai." Sachi looked up at him with an appreciative expression, the suns rays through the window shining on his figure.

Saiai always saw many colors in his eyes when Sachi stood in the light.

"Your eyes have a little blue in them, Sachi." Saiai pointed out with a quiet tone.

"You always stare at my eyes. Why is that?" Sachi curiously replied.

"Because I like your eyes so much," Saiai grinned as he averred.

"You always tell me that," Sachi leaned back with an amused expression. "but I can't figure it out."

Because those words mean almost nothing to someone like him.

The school day was over, and most students went home by now.

The curtains flew back with the gentle breeze, the floral scent of the hydrangea gardens drifting along the winds.

The sight of life was such a wonderful experience, but who does it truly bless?

"Sachi, you remembered?"

The words the old teacher said weren't much of a question, but he held a smile in his words he didn't often have.