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Prelude; Spring Day

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ᴸⁱᵏᵉ ᵃ ᵗⁱⁿʸ ᵖⁱᵉᶜᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵈᵘˢᵗ ʷᵃⁿᵈᵉʳⁱⁿᵍ ᵃᵐⁱᵈˢᵗ ᵉᵗᵉʳⁿⁱᵗʸ

ᴸⁱᵏᵉ ᵃ ᵗⁱⁿʸ ᵈᵘˢᵗ
ᴵᶠ ᴵ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵃ ᶠˡʸⁱⁿᵍ ˢⁿᵒʷᶠˡᵃᵏᵉ,
ᵂᵒᵘˡᵈ ᴵ ᵇᵉ ᵃᵇˡᵉ ᵗᵒ ʳᵉᵃᶜʰ ʸᵒᵘ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵃ ˡⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ ᶠᵃˢᵗᵉʳ?

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"Why weren't you at your classes today?"

I stay still, in silence, shifting my feet to avoid stepping on metaphorical egg-shells.

"We put a roof over your head, bring food on the table, provide you with resources, and you do this to us?!"

My Mother held up my grades -which had red streaks all over them. The red ink bled through the papers, crinkled from my Mother's angry grasp, taunting me to say something.

But I don't. I never do. I kept my mouth shut and hope for the best while expecting the worst.

When I tell the truth, she gets angry - when I lie, she gets angry. So I figured that it was better to not say anything at all.

"Wait, where are you going?! Come back here!" she gritted her teeth, "Why can't you be like your sister?!"

'I can't live up to your invisible expectations.' I thought.

I slammed the door.

The wind nipped at my face even though it was already April, but I grew accustomed to it, similar to my Mother's scoldings. I don't know where I was planning to go, but I ended up in the forest.

'It's always my sister...It's never me.'

Soon, the skies began to rumble, crashing their clouds against each other. Soft drops of rain began to fall, then it started pelting. Panicking, I pulled up my hood and ran in whatever direction suited me. If my steps turned left, then I went left. If my shoes squished towards the right, then I went right.

Of course, that only made me more lost.

But then I hear a sound: someone singing.

"Snowflakes are falling, getting farther away.

I miss you (I miss you).

I miss you (I miss you)."

The singing was low, soft, and cut through the pelting rain.

"How much longer do I have to wait?

How many more sleepless nights do I have to endure?

Until I can see you? (until I can see you)?

Until I can meet you? (until I can meet you)?"

I followed the noise, stepping over wet rocks, and watching for stray twigs. The singing grew louder, indicating that I was nearing the destination. Until finally, I arrived before the man responsible for the music.

He was standing on his roofless balcony, gazing at the sky until it landed on my figure.

Instead of leaving, he smiled.

"Isn't it unfair?" The words escaped his lips.

He gave me a warm smile as he looked at my soaked clothing and messy hair. And within those eyes - within his eyes, I felt a foreign emotion.

I felt safe.

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authors note:

hiyyyyaaa! It me lol, I really hope you enjoy this story! I worked hard on it (that may or may not be really sad depending on your standards lol) since I wrote the first two chapters like...a year and a half ago. 

Please enjoy and I will accept any feedback (votes, comments, constructive criticism, etc.)