Warning: this book's focus is drawn to a character who hints themes of depression and self-harm. The idea of the story is to present the experience of learning to understand and comfort someone through these struggles. So while these themes are cont...
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There! There he is! He's so close... yet so far away. Just look at him. Brown, gorgeous hair. Tall, dreamy posture. Sweet and charming smile. He's amazing...
"Luka!" a voice called.
Please let me keep daydreaming...
"Luka!!!" repeated the voice in a louder tone.
One moment...
"LUKA!!!" the annoyance reaped in a raucous shriek.
I was forced to lose focus of the boy I was staring at.
"Quit staring. It's creepy. What do you even see in Yukio?" asked my friend, Sora.
"Everything... he's perfect..." I mumbled, staring back at the boy, allowing a gentle blush to once again blossom.
"Luka!" Sora sharply snapped.
I quickly diverted my attention.
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This is my friend, Sora. Long, reddish brown hair; naturally. Seductive; occasionally. Excitable...? When she wants to be. And lastly, dangerous; definitely.
"You've hardly even talked to him, Luka. How can you be in love with someone you hardly even know?" Sora asked, failing to understand the beauty of EMOTIONS!!!
"Because... it's love. I can't help it. I love Yukio," I told her with a shy smile.
"As you've told me 30 million times!" moaned Sora, clearly demonstrating her lack of care.
"Sorry. I just.... I reaalllyyy like him, ya know?" I mumbled shyly as my focus drew back to the unsuspecting boy.
I guess I should explain, huh? So there's this boy: Yukio. He's not exactly the popular type or anything like that. He's just him; ordinary. But to me... he's perfect. Every time I see him, my heart feels heavy yet fluttery at the same time. I can't help become flustered when I think about him. I've never liked someone this way before... But... the feeling's kinda one-sided. It's not like I know he doesn't like me b-but I just don't know if he does like me either! Whenever I try and talk to him... well........
