I Wanna Love You Forever

CHAPTER 01: Heartfelt

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- Heartfelt -

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Scrolling down the window of a certain webpage, reading the latest update of a well-written fan fiction about my favorite couple, I can’t help but get teary eyed by the flow of events. I bet this piece is gonna end soon. I like these kinds of scenes though. Only fairy tales have happy ending. Life, it will never have a happy one.

*beep* *beep*

“Eh?” I glanced on the clock of my computer screen. “Shimatta! Late again!”

I am Kojima Haruna, 25. Born under the month where cherry blossoms bloom at its best, I became known bearing the characteristics of how a woman of this month were often seen, pretty, charming. I do not really feel like it though. My hair is long but nothing extra out of ordinary, I have white skin which is just the same as everyone’s, and eyes that are big enough for a Japanese girl. Though I am a little taller than most of the people, I’m still too normal to be noticed in the crowd.

I work in a café in the morning and at a bar at night. I sing covers of the latest hits but sometimes I sing my own composition. I love writing songs. Well, not really. It’s more of, I like writing what I feel. It’s always been easier confiding everything to a piece of paper than to someone whom you don’t know if they understand you or not. Or maybe I’m just afraid of what they would think of me. Ugh~ Whatever. Talking, it’s not really my thing.

“I’m leaving.” I murmured to no one as I grab the door knob of my apartment to a close. Yeah, my life is this boring, just allowing the time fly with work and the excitement it brings every payday. Sometimes, I think I’m not really looking forward to tomorrow. Because aside from the next chapter of the fanfics I’m following, there’s nothing else that makes me feel excited for tomorrow.

*beep* a long and loud eerie sound caught my ears, making my heart skip a beat.

Oh yeah. That too. Spacing out a lot even if I’m walking down the street on my way to work. I know it’s nothing funny but hey, seriously, who’s gonna space out while walking? I think it’s a skill. Don’t you agree? Okay okay. It’s not. But I can’t really help it. You know, getting drowned in my thoughts like this and talking to myself, telling stories like this and even arguing with my own thoughts. Nope, I’m not crazy, nor going crazy. I’m just me.

“Hey! Ohayo Nyaro!” a friend greeted as I entered the café. Her name is Mariko. Mariko Shinoda.

“Ohayo~” I greeted back with a smile.

“Lovely as always.” She teased. I just widen my smile and bowed in thanks to her compliment. I’m kinda used to her compliments though. “And late… again.” That felt my cheeks warm, I must be blushing.

“I woke up late. Gome~.” A lie I know I didn’t have to tell. Spent almost two years with her in this café, she already knows the routine of my daily life. It’s not that it’s predictable; it’s just that it’s always been like that.

“Yeah…how long did you stay up late to finish a whole story this time?” she asked teasing. “2AM again?”

I replied nothing but a smile as usual. She doesn’t need to know that I woke up early just to finish an awesome story this time. She wouldn’t gain anything from knowing anyway. We don’t share the same interest as well.

“Why don’t we go out tonight and have fun?” there she goes inviting me out again.

“You know I can’t.” I replied as I put on my apron and tie up my hair.