Can't I Touch Your Heart?

Chapter 1 Maybe It's Cherry Blossoms

"This story is not about me, this is a story about a sunflower soul, with rock and roll eyes, curious thoughts, a skinny dipping smile, vintage hearts, pretty lies, messy hair and forgotten goodbyes.

We met when we were four and I left when we turned five, but that one year, I went through so much that I felt as if that was the happiest time and the saddest memory of my life. She gave color to my winds of love and all I gave her were knives. My blue eyes held darkness, her brown eyes held light. And before I know it, ten years have gone by.

I remember her face, I remember her eyes.
Eyes so rich and brown, you could grow roots in them. Like whiskey and grace, like getting drunk on Sundays, like coffee in cold winter mornings, like serene pools of honey, like the colour of embers or ambers people desperately try to pull out of the ground. Brown eyes under sunlight scream serene, and shine brighter than any cities I've seen. But, in the end, brown eyes are just brown eyes...

Until you love someone with brown eyes.

So take away my days and nights,
but please leave me forever,
with those chocolate brown eyes,"

Suddenly, he heard a knock on his door and turned away from his window. He looked at her with a guitar prick in his hand. He was sitting on the window with his guitar on his lap. This is fifteen year old, Ember Helberg. He is well...kind of important for the story. Kind of.

"I'm sorry I left when you needed me the most. You're the most beautiful thing that ever happened to me. You got roses to my barren land and I left them there with you to die. Now, all I can do is look down on myself. And I hate what I see. You still have me and I hate it. I don't hate you but I hate how you still make me feel. I hate how I still cannot unlove you. And I hate how you hold my heart while I... 

I can't even touch it,
I can't touch your heart."

. . .

It was a summer morning. Like always, people were shouting and running for their school. As the sunlight penetrated through the room's window, it lit up all the books kept inside the room on the shelves and the table.

"AHAHAHAHA!" A girl with brown curls sat in her bed while reading a comic book laughing as if she had inhaled something wrong. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a punch landed on her head and she groaned.

"ARORHEA! STOP READING COMICS FIRST THING IN THE MORNING! AND WHY THE HELL AREN'T YOU READY YET?!" Meet Arorhea's mother, Mrs Laghari, a feminist housekeeper and the most important person in the house.

"Sorry ma (Tn// mom). I'll just go get ready" Arorhea said in Hindi.
"You better! I'm going to wake up Noor, meanwhile you quickly take a bath" She said and left the room.
"Okay ma..." Arorhea said. Then a smile covered her face and she said to herself "Huh! Looks like she's gone,"

She opened the comic book again and started laughing hysterically. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a stronger punch landed on her head and she turned back.
"MA! I thought you want to wake up Noor!?" Arorhea asked.
"I came back because I know you don't listen at once," Mrs. Laghari said as she pressed her knuckles, "NOW GIVE THAT COMIC TO ME!" She grabbed the book but Arorhea pulled back.

"NO! YOU CAN TAKE MY LIFE BUT NOT THIS! IT'S NASON'S LIMITED EDITION ONCE IN AN YEAR SALE ANIME COLLABORATION COMIC-"
"GIVE IT HERE!" Mrs. Laghari snatched the comic and threw it outside the window.

The pages of the comic opened, and all the cards and posters flew away into the sky.

Arorhea threw a tantrum. She rolled on her bed and started kicking her feet in the air. After all, he had lost a very precious book which belonged to the one and only-Nason limited- the most successful animation company in the west. Ever since the American animations company- 'Nason' launched into the market, it has turned the anime world to a complete 180.