“Hello?” The voice called out once more into the hazy summer’s eve.
Yui was torn. The voice sounded like a man, someone who could hold her and rid the loneliness from her heart but what if he was a psychopath? Looking for someone to murder to fulfil his pleasures? Taking a deep breath, Yui remembered the words someone had told her long ago, take a chance; and so she did. “Hello!” Yui shouted.
“Hello!” The voice called out. Yui, in surprise to the voice, fell off her chair as heart quickened and her stomach tied itself knots. Yui replied, “How may I help?”
“Well,” the voice sounded strong and passionate, “I couldn’t help overhearing your song. It was beautiful.” Yui felt as if he had captivated her emotions, she died in delight one hundred times over.
“T-thank you,” said Yui, clutching her hands to her chest in excitement, “d-do you sing yourself?”
“No, no. I’ve got too much pride.” She adored him already.
“Would you like me to sing again?” Yui would sing for him any time of the week, whatever the time!
“No. But I would like to learn your name.”
Yui panicked. Should she? It’s okay. He seems like such a gentleman, “Yui.”
“What a beautiful name,” Yui felt her cheeks going a bright red like a cherry tomato, “mines Haru. It means sunlight.”
The pair talked all through the night, Yui kept her face hidden; she didn’t want to see his face either. In case she became so attached she felt empowered to leave her beloved Grandmother.
At two o’clock in the morning, the owls hooted as the man said his goodbyes. Yui headed straight to bed but she couldn’t stop thinking about him. When she slept, he was in her dreams, when she was awake Yui would think about his voice and her longing to hear it. Haru and his beams of light that made her feel warm and fuzzy.
Haru was Yui’s key, her key to freedom from the deranged heart inside her that would make her feel evermore so lonely when he wasn’t around.
