Tear-Colored

III. Sunrise

A/N: Hi ~ Since I have introduced the main character on the previous chapter, I will be using her POV from here on. :)))))

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SUNRISE

My name is Louise. I’m just a typical high school student who happens to be the ‘unpredictable’ type. I mean, I can’t really classify myself to those outgoing-or-cheerful-or-timid-or-shy-or-serious-and-etc classes. I’m just normal -- TOO normal for my own good. And my life? It’s actually plain-- going to school every morning, meeting friends (though I don’t have many), attending lessons, a little hang out and then back at home once again. This would probably go on and on until I get to graduate.

But one event has changed my perception.

I haven’t realized lately that I have become so curious about Mr. Anonymous.

I really wanted to meet him, if that’s even possible. I don’t care, actually. I just wanted to meet him and get over this anxiety I have been feeling since the day I heard that magnificent Chopin.

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Walking.

Ah, the sunrise.

The beautiful sunrise.

Glistening like gold dusts.

I usually walk to school since it’s not really that much of a distance-- just mere meters away.

On my way, I also seem to notice a lot of the students are coming in early, taking the same route as I. It’s a bit unusual, really.

‘It must have been because school has just started,’ I just thought to myself.

Oh how I wished I could’ve left the house earlier than usual. Because the moment I spotted the front gates, my expression turned from bliss.. to regret. Argh.

The truth is, I hate crowds. Not that I’m afraid of people or anything. I just feel like trapped sometimes. And no, I am not claustrophobic either. It’s just that I never really expected that everyone’s going to arrive this early! Now I can’t get through.

And with that, I made a mental note to come really, really early starting tomorrow. Sigh.

‘Leaves me no choice then,’ I murmured.

As I squeezed myself into the pool of students hurrying to their buildings and room assignments, I kept my head bowed down. I don’t really want to see anyone I know inside ‘the pool’. It would only halt me and voila! I’d be stranded and doomed.

So, when I finally got out in the open space,

     “What th--!“

 Seems like someone caught my wrist, drawing me back somewhere near--

      “Hey.”

Blink.

Blink.

Blink.

Then a smile tugging on my lips.

     “Leo.” I practically breathed out as I was out of breath from my struggle in the crowd and also from shock, obviously.

     “Goodmorning, Louise.”

     “Yea, good morning,” I replied.

He smiled ever so softly, which was actually not that evident.

But it’s all right. He’s like that.

That’s him. That’s Leo.

Leo is my best friend. Yup. Believe it or not, for a girl like me, I have a ‘guy’ as my best friend.

I met him about three years ago when we became classmates during our freshmen year. He was my first ever seatmate and that was how we got to know each other.

He’s the quiet-serious-and-arrogant type at first glance. But deep, deep, and I mean, WAY DEEP inside, he’s a person too. Though, he’s not really that expressive.

He’s handsome and quite tall, a fact that everyone would agree to, without any hesitations.

But as usual, he’s not that sociable. But girls, or should I say, his ‘fangirls’ really, really adore him. And he find it creepy, to be stalked most of the time.

A lot of people assume that we are lovers, but we’re not, seriously. We are best friends and we intend to stay that way. Just because of th—

     “Look! Look! They’re together! Together, I tell you!!!”

     “Oh my god, why?!”

     “He’s holding her arm!”

     “What? What?!”

Argh.

Face palm.

The Ultimate Face palm.

See what I mean?

      “Don’t mind them,” Leo suddenly said.

     “Y-yes, of course! Why would I?” I frantically replied. Sigh. I am pathetic.

It surprises me.

It always surprises me.

Leo was always a ‘man-of-few-words’ and I would consider it a miracle if he would say something that is not an answer. And what more if he finishes a whole sentence? Haha.

He must have noticed me getting annoyed over his ‘fangirls’. I must say that he must get used to it by now. Oh and what the hell? Am I blushing???

     “You remember it, don’t you?” He asked.

     “W-what?”

     “You keep on stuttering. Is something wrong?”

     “No. I’m fine. Anyway, what was it that I was supposed to remember?” I asked curiously, my eyes narrowing.

     “The promise.”

     “The what?”

 I'm not really deaf or anything.

I just can't recover from the shock and from what he's suddenly asking me. Maybe I'm just afraid to disappoint him.. as his best friend.

      “…”

It took me a while to remember what he’s trying to say.

And suddenly, I finally grasped it.

     "Yes. I do."

 Yes.

How could I forget?

It’s that promise.

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It’s our promise.