Classical Love (Anime Love Story)

Said In Writing

Kumiko's POV:

After we finished eating at the restaurant, Mako offered to walk me home, and of course, I accepted. When we were walking back to my house, we mostly talked about the competition and stuff.

We finally got to my house and Mako stopped.

"So, practice tomorrow after school?" he asks

"Yup sounds good." I say

We said our goodbyes, then we went our separate ways.

When I got in the house, the maids were cleaning and Ayama was eating dinner.

"Hey Ayama, what are you eating?" I ask

"Mac n' cheese. You wanna try?" she asked pushing the bowl towards me

"Sure." I say with a smile

Ayama is 11 and she is in 6th grade. She's like a little sister to me. Sometimes I'd practice braiding on her hair. At first she didn't like it when I practiced on her because when I started, I was horrible. But over time, I got better and better, and she likes when I do her hair. But now that I spend so much time with Mako, I don't get to spend as much time with Ayama anymore.

"There's more in the pot on the stove if you want." Ayama said

"Thanks, but I think I'm just gonna go to my room *yawn* goodnight Ayama." I say

"Goodnight Kumiko." Ayama said

When I got upstairs, I put my school things away and took a nice long shower and changed into comfortable sleeping clothes. When I was all ready to go to sleep, I found an old box under my bed and found my old journal. I went through it and found that it was my writing. It was funny to see how I've changed since I was little. My crushes, my secrets, my wishes... Then I started reading about the sadness I felt when my parents left, and after that, almost everything was depressing. Am I really that depressing now?

I decide to write a bit about what's been happening in my life now.

April 30th

A while ago, I met a boy named Makoto Akiyama and I have to admit, the way we met was pretty weird. We met at the school, during night time and he was plays the piano. I never imagined Mako was the type to play a piano because of his bad boy reputation. But now, we're pretending to be a couple and I've had so much fun playing duets and spending time with him. But I'm not actually sure what I am to him. His friend? His girlfriend? Maybe he sees me as a sister he has to look out for? But I think I'm falling for him. We both have family problems, but we don't really talk about that with each other. Now, we're entering a competition together. We're playing a piece called Italian Summer. But I think I might be falling for him. He just used to be someone I should caution, but now, I'm really attracted to him. I always want to be around and i don't want him to leave me. It's weird, but... I don't know. It's all confusing. I wish I could talk to someone about it (other than Misaki), but that'd mean that I'd have to explain everything to them. I'm not ready for people to know yet.

After writing a bit more, I put it somewhere where I'd see it everyday so I can make a habit of writing in it again.

Makoto's POV:

I can't stop thinking about Kumiko. I see her everyday. Even on the weekend because now, we're practicing almost all day.

Now that the competition is only 2 weeks away, Kumiko's getting nervous, and so am I. She pretends that she's not nervous, but I know she is.

I'm still wondering what our relationship is. It's so hard to know with her because she's giving me mixed signals. One moment she all sweet and laughing and smiling. And the next, she's yelling at my face, crossing her arms and acting like a spoiled brat. Not that I don't like that side of her. I love all her qualities. I love her expression when she's mad, when she's happy, when she's annoyed, when she's trying to hide secrets from me.

When I get home, I feel a strange feeling but ignore it because I feel kinda tired. Something feels weird, and I don't smell my dad. Maybe he's just not home yet. But usually he is. Whatever.

I get ready to go to sleep, turn the lights off, and when I fell on my bed, I heard something hollow, that I hit, under my bed. It kinda sounded like a box. I look under my bed to see a box collecting dust. i take it out and pulls the cover off.

When I looked inside, I start to tear up. Inside were the things of my mother that I secretly kept. Some pictures of her by herself, with my dad, with me, and my whole family. She was smiling in every one of them. After looking through them, I put them aside and look through the rest of the box and see some of the songs my mom used to play.

On the very bottom, there was a letter. It was still closed and I didn't know why because it was addressed to me with my mother's hand writing. Then I remembered. I didn't want to read it because I was too sad about her death. I thought there was no point in reading something she gave to me if she was already dead. So I never opened it. But tonight, I did.

Dear Mako-chan,

Knowing you, you probably didn't open this letter till way after my death. You alway took a long time to grieve. I'm not sure if you know yet, but there are some things we've been keeping from you. Don't go off on your dad. Wait for him to tell you at the right time. He loves you. I died on this earth, but know that I will always live with you in your heart. Remember that.

Makoto, I want you to do something for me. Fall in love. Find a girl who makes you crazy. Takes up all your time. A girl you never stop thinking about. A girl you get a little nervous around. When you've found that girl, you'll know that she's the one, and that you're in love. Just a tip- don't lie to her. Tell her all your secrets. Only then will you create a bond no one can break. Make her happy.

Mako, honey, don't give up on your dream. Be proud of it. Keep playing that piano. It;s nothing to be ashamed about. Maybe even play with the girl you fall in love with. Know that I'm fine. Know that I love you, and so does your dad and Misaki. Mako, carry on the legacy I could never hold.

Love, Mom

"Thanks mom. I found the girl I love. And I'm gonna tell her everything, eventually. I love you mom" I say thinking she'd hear me

I put everything back in the box except for the letter, and push the box back under my bed. I put the letter in my school bag then go to sleep thinking about Kumiko. I love you, Kumiko.