affection

warm

" Maybe it's just me. Or maybe it's just another thing that I notice about you. But my heart seems to beat faster and faster, every time I see you. "

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Aika. How can she be on my mind all day, all night? Aika. Her name is Japanese. Aika, love song. Her name means love song. Her father is half Canadian and half Japanese while her mother is French-Canadian and Chinese. She came from a wealthy family, however she took care of her younger fraternal twin siblings, whose names were Asami and Akito. Asami's name was morning beauty and Akito was Autumn soar or fly.

Don't ask me why I know all of this. It's only because Aika loves to dote on her younger siblings as if they were her own children.

She loved listening to Exo, BTS, Girls Generation, Sistar, Chocolat, and many more k-pop groups that I can't remember the name of. But she had a passion for singing. She's always had a very nice melody to her voice and hearing. She wasn't exactly tone deaf, but she was the best that I have ever heard since my parents had passed down a music entertainment company to me. Unwillingly, I had been forced out of school since I had to train for being the CEO of Hwa Enterprises while Aika waited for me the entire time.

I felt bad for her and I soon learned that both of our parents had passed away in a car crash, when my parents had visited Aika's, which had led to me becoming the CEO to the company. I was dumbstruck. I had a younger sister, Eun-Hye to take care of since my mom was no longer with us. It just... It became so hard for me to catch a break and it got so overwhelming that I just packed up and left this year.

To see my Aika. I wanted to tell her why I had left. I wanted to tell her that she was the girl. That girl scenario that I was talking about to her. I wished that I could have kissed her. I wished that I could have squeezed her to death one last time before my departure to Korea. I wish that she didn't have to live in the USA. I wish that she didn't have to live without me. I wish that everything would return back to how it was. I miss her..

I still remembered that she knew how to solve a rubix cube. That she knew how to make paper cranes. That she knew how to dance. That she was terrible at drawing. That she loved reading romance novels. That she loved the idea of falling in love at first sight, even though she wouldn't admit it. That she loved taking photographs of everything she saw, because to her, everything is and always will be beautiful. That she loved listening to k-pop whenever she's stressed/cleaning or just needs some time away from people. That she's antisocial. That she has an obsession with Green tea Matcha Pocky. That she loves pumpkin pie. That she loves my pastries that I used to give her everyday on her exact birthday. That she loved stuffed animals and Barbie dolls up until she was 6. That she got bullied in 6th grade. That she began cutting in 7th grade, which was when I began hanging out with her more. That she knew of the scars on my neck. That she knew of the nightmares that I had faced. That she knew about my night terrors and how I hate the dark. That she knew all about me and my flaws without me realizing it until now.

God, how I have missed her.

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I couldn't let go of her. Not when she's in my arms, accepting me. Not when I feel the familiar wetness of her tears. Not when I realized that she's cut her hair short, so that her hair's to her collarbone instead of her waist. That she has faint light brown highlights in her hair. That she has a single gray hair.

"I missed you, Aika," I whispered softly into her ear. "I promise.... I won't leave again."

She sniffled into my chest, making me bit my lip. "You're such a douche... I won't forgive you. You know that I hold grudges."

She hit my chest with her closed left knuckle, without any power.

"I know." I stroked her back comfortingly in circles. The way that she loved it.

It's amazing how much that I know about her. It was amazing when I remember every single thing we did together from pre-school to 8th grade. I really, really missed her.

I kissed the top of her head softly, a small smile on my lips before lifting up her chin.

Her beautiful, doe-like, light brown eyes stared into my mismatched ones. Her pink lips were slightly chapped from the cold of Autumn while her hair was slightly messy.

I leaned into her, erasing any space that we had left as I held her close to me. I knew that she would be cold. She was always cold, and I intended to keep her warm.