Faith in the Divine Wind (Fruit Basket Fan-fic)

Chapter 3: HELLO/How are you? ❀

Summary: My faith isn't something that can be easily caught. Something that can't be spindled into a simple-clear thread. Something that can't be manipulated by anyone. I met him once; we meet again. Was there a reason we have a 3rd encounter? What are you thinking faith?

Kamikaze no Shinko

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Hello: Used as a greeting

Ex: Hi, hey

"As you stopped to say hello, oh, you wished me well, you couldn't tell that's I'd been crying over you."

-Roy Orbison

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"Hello~" A simple word; that could be an acknowledgment of greeting, a girls' favorite sentence when their crush says it toward them, or something to be polite. I woke every morning, my hair a nest and grumbling over getting up. A window next to my bed, pushed right up against it; I opened the curtains, to see the world became gloom. No wonder I didn't awake with birds singing and my eyes a blind; it was raining. I continued to watch the rain hit the glass, dripping down towards the soil. It was like- I'm on a ship. It was a stormy night at sea, but instead the captain let's the wind take us, not bustling up on deck. I touched the frame, the glass was cold, my hand printed on the glass. The soil was getting darker and more mucky, but it was quite an interesting sight to see. My head laid on the pillow, my eyes mirrored the droplets. But also did the droplets mirror my tears as my dream was once a reality. Everything was a light brown, like a black and white photo-just brown. I saw myself, as a little girl. I was laying on my stomach, smiling happily at the TV; and on that TV was an old cartoon. The main character was loved by everybody; so when I woke up-I shook with envy. "Hello." The room was vacant; with only me.

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I began walking out toward the kitchen, entering through the living room to reach it. My thought never came that it was early 3 A.M. in the morning. But I found no problem with such a thing, if anything I couldn't fall back asleep. I decided to deal with it, did my usual morning routines like brushing me teeth, dressing into my uniform and brush out tangles in my hair. I placed my glasses back on my eyes and settled down on the bed. I played games on my electronics at times, if I ever got bored I would read. But I would often get distracted and think of other things a teen my age would think: Not going to school, Did I do my homework? or something that applied to selective few... why was I bullied? And why did my family turn out like this. I can't say that I appreciate my friends, though it's hard to say if my friends really cared. Though I know I had a friend or two who truthfully care for me. I stared at my mirror at times, starring at my reflections, I would laugh at them. Because every time I saw a girl with tears running down her cheeks. In the end I just drift back into sleep, so long for not being tired.

It's time for me to stop daydreaming-I have to get ready soon. (Crying) But first, I have to hide evidence of my tears.

My eyes snapped, and the first thing I saw was nothing but blurs. It was hard to distinguish my lamp from a person. Till it calmed down, I gazed at my grandma, I guess it was time for school. Since I was already dressed and prep, I went straight towards the kitchen. Eating breakfast was not a usual thing, because I just don't eat breakfast. But today I decided I was puckish, and made myself toast with jam. I checked the time, time for me to leave. I grabbed the bento from Nana, and left; with a bread of toast sticking out of my mouth. With an umbrella over my head, a school bag on my shoulder and a piece of toast in my mouth; I slowed down. Seeing that I left home early to get to school, I wasn't going to be late if I just walked from the beginning. As I walked, sometimes my feet would splash into puddles, wetting my knee-socks; but I would just shrug it off. "Oh well." I muttered; a habit of mine.