[Decision: Remember and Decision]

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July 18, 2016

Couldn't it be real when those impossibilities became true?  Though those sparkles glowing and flying around exist on fairy tales, they were just like fireflies but another version. Magics and other things that are fantastic and majestic, that was impossible.  The blonde haired boy and the yellow orange haired girl talked a lot as they see each other every night time. Fantasy, those kind of stories exist only in books.

As the sun rose up from its slumber, all of the students walked on their way to attend school while the other students took a bus because of the place they were living was far.  By the train station as it stopped, Uta had her eyes on the view.   Feeling the halt, she tighten the grip of her shoulder bag before walking out of the train. Her day as she thought, would be a wonderful day for her as she reminisce what happened the day before.  She had her smile showed as she moved, passing by those large buildings and streets. 

Busy crowded people had followed around and yet on parallel ways of reverse,  their footsteps heard when the streetlights of a walking zone turns green as the engine stopped to let the people cross the streets and Uta did the same, following the rhythm.  The wind passed by again even at those pollution air existed around the place  they could still survive somehow.  As Uta headed straight on the distance where her ways met the houses, she glanced on the ground while remembering what happened last night back at the greenhouse.

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Walking by the path way stone as the yellow orange haired girl had her hands behind her back, gripping on her own palm.  Her blue orbs focused on the ground as she hopped on the stone by the following which she showed her childish acts and the blonde haired boy had this smile while watching her moving forward.  They had been talking with each other a lot these nights and Uta felt that she had her own mate to talk to whatever she wanted to open up. 

"So, back in my school.  My friend Miya wasn't there with me and Shin which means that leads for the two of us, together—again. " Uta said and stopped by the mini river where she felt very comfortable at the sight of it.  She sat down on the rock carefully without making her legs scratched on those tiny sharp stones. Uta glanced up at the blonde haired boy,  she placed her right palm under her chin and her left hand on her lap, sighing deeply. 

"What's wrong?" Raiku asked as he stood in front of her by six centimeters away. 

"Nothing, something's just bothering me," Uta respond by her whisper and closed her eyes.  Raiku blinked once, he walked towards to her side and sat down, placing both of his hand on the solid rock seat where they stayed for awhile. 
"And what is it? " Uta looked at Raiku after she opened her eyes, she pointed at his uniform by using her left hand and then back to its place. "Don't you go to school?  I mean you never change them..." which leads to Raiku fell into silence.  The two of them stayed there awkwardly because of their silence, they could hear the wind's blow as it touched the yellow orange haired girl's skin that sends her shivering.  She felt it, so she rubbed her arm for warmth.  Finally Uta noticed that question bothered him a lot,  so she broke the silence.  "Let's push that away—"

"I just don't go to school at this point," Raiku said softly as he closed his eyes. Uta didn't know what he was feeling apparently, she listened to his words and noticed there were no more to continue.  "Why not?  Knowledge is important you know. Especially, we will claim it into our own lives as we keep living."

"That doesn't count any matter of topic we are talking about, Shinjitsu," Raiku said, his tone a little bit harsh as Uta got trapped into silence. Another awkwardness filled their atmosphere as the yellow orange haired girl didn't know what to say more to it.  She avoided eye contact to Raiku and let the rocky floor noticed, she let her school shoes tapped on the ground softly and imagined the beat that formed in her mind. 

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