«did you think you can escape these barlines?»
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twinkle twinkle little star,
how my heart is black as tar.
up above the world so high,
all my sorrows sit and lie.
twinkle twinkle little star,
how i wonder who he is.
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The First Hidden Colour
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Chiharu's POV
Why am I running?
I don't even know anymore.
What's going on with me?
My mind was so shrouded with my own thoughts, I didn't realise I was about to run into someone.
"Woah, Haru-Chan. Watch where you are going!" The person grabbed hold of me before I could have bumped into him.
I looked up, recognising the alluring voice.
"Yuuta."
He seem to have noticed the distress I was in. His expressions fell and immediately, he pulled me in for a hug.
"We can talk outside," He whispered into my ears.
He grabbed my hand and dragged me out onto the roof. He seemed, worried.
"What's wrong? Why are you crying?"
At that point of time, I had completely forgotten how cold my surrounding was. I wasn't even concerned about what happens to me.
It felt so wrong, somehow. Whatever I felt, whatever foreign feeling that stirred in my heart. I felt as if it was so wrong.
I couldn't wrap my head around whatever was happening to me.
"I don't know..." I said, choking in a slight whimper. "I don't know what is going on with me."
"You can talk to me," He replied. "You can always confide in me."
"Yuuta," I spoke up.
"I like you..."
Hikaru's POV
I remember chasing after her a few moments after she ran out of the room.
The one thing that pissed me off, is that she just had to run into the one person I didn't want her to be with.
Is that what you call a selfish thought? Probably so. Otherwise, seeing her in the arms of another man wouln't make me this irritated.
I decided to follow them. And I could tell how much distress Chiharu was in. Somehow, I felt like I was at fault. Seeing her unhappy was the last thing I ever wanted.
Leaning against the wall, I strained my ears to listen to their conversation.
But time stopped for me. I felt my knees grow weak, my eyes looking down, my body relaxing, as if I had given up hope.
And before the conversation could have proceeded on, I had pushed myself off the wall and made a break for the classroom.
