Yume:Dream

Dream Arc | 1.2

Dream Arc - Chapter Two
The 'Faker'

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Sasaki Tsukasa

Mizushina Yume-san was the first girl I fell in love with.

For several years, I've been the popular guy in school, attracting both girls and boys from around. The girls were attracted by my charm while the guys were attracted by my talent in sports.

I pay them no mind, and I simply think of them as fools.

They're all fools who fall for cheap tricks. Sometimes, I think it's funny to see how people dance to your tune without them knowing.

Since middle school, everybody knew my name. I had fame, grades and respect, though my life wasn't all that rich—not ever since my father moved jobs.

Ever since then, I realized that I, a person with a mask, became more arrogant and ignorant.

The mask I wore right now is the hard-working, kind-hearted and good-looking man everybody sees and admires.

I am an imposter.
I am a fake.

I am a lie.

But that day inside the classroom was the day that changed me.

That day, the sun was minutes away from fading. The sky was already red by then and there wasn't a single soul in school.

After that, I saw her, Mizushina Yume, staring at the window.

I stopped and stared at her for a brief moment, considering we weren't in the same class.

I've never seen this girl before, I wonder why?
...was the thought I had back then.

But when I stepped in to look closer, I saw something flickering on her cheeks. The gust of wind blew her hair and curtains faintly.

There, I saw her crying.

She didn't bother to wipe her tears, she just let them fall like snow, like rain.

Her cheeks and face grew red as new tears came out of the faucet. She didn't do anything. She just stared at whatever's on her vision and cried, slightly shaking.

I hid behind the door, trying to stay hidden as possible. It was the I heard her sing, slowly between her tears.

" Those days were like dreams
Now you've gone
Left me with a coward smile
and those gentle nails

Just like those boring petals
Let me forget the pain
Gently, behind your back
Cried and smiled

I was filled with such a strange kindness,
Made me recalling those never returning days
Holding back my breath
inside the miniature garden "

What beautiful melody, I thought.

Even with her sobs, her voice was beautiful.