i don't know [kiribaku]

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I don't know if it's because of the summer heat, but at that exact moment, he looked ethereal.

Warm red hair falling around his shoulders, shaking as he laughs. Eyes closed, showing off the small scar on his upper right eyelid.

We sat there, for long hours, under the beaming sun.

I looked at him, and it was as if an explosion went off inside my head. As if I raised my hand, pressed my palm to my forehead, and said "boom."

The explosion, of course, is representing the amount of emotions this boy ignited inside of me.

So we sat there, on the grass, slowly cooking under the summer sun; his mouth was moving, and I know he must have been saying something, but because of the heat or maybe the sun or because of him, I could not make out a single word he was saying.

All I knew in that moment was that, wow, this boy made me feel things, millions of different kinds of emotions all at once and they were hitting me like a truck, but I could not bother with trying to figure out what these emotions were. At least, not right now.

All I knew at the moment was that, for some reason, I could not, I don't know, I could not look away from him.

But that's alright for now.