Wᴏʀʟᴅ ᴏғ Sɪɴ | Iᴛᴀᴄʜɪ Uᴄʜɪʜᴀ

Prologue

They met when they were young. She was thirteen and he just turned seventeen. She was an orphan who lived with her grandmother and she was a friend of his brother's. He often watched them spend time in each other's company. Sometimes she sat under a large tree in their backyard and read while his brother trained. They looked sweet together and parents would often joke that when they grew older, they would make a good couple. He disagreed with every inch of his skin.

They kissed when she turned fourteen. As they walked down the shopping street looking for a present for his brother's birthday, their hands were almost touching, yet he did not need to touch her to feel the rising heat eradiating from her body. He offered to eat lunch by the lake, and she agreed. He watched her as she ate, taking small bites and chewing them thoroughly. A small blush colouring her cheeks. She watched the ripples on the lake when a strand of her hair fell on her face. She did not notice. He leaned in and moved the hair strand from her face. She turned her gaze to him; the look of surprise crossed her face. She was about to thank him when he leaned in and touched her lips with his. The bun slipped from her hands and fell on her lap as she looked into his eyes wide eyed. His lips were dry but warm. His dark eyes slowly closed as he proceeded with the kiss. The girl did not move, and it made him nervous. He was about to pull away when her hand cupped his cheek. Her eyes closed and lips parted. That day neither of them returned home.

They parted when he turned eighteen. Her green eyes were wide with horror as she held his brother's weakened body. Tears were streaming down her face as she looked into his eyes, her eyes repeating one and only word "why". His last words to his brother knocked the ground from under her feet. Her tears mixed with the rain as she dropped down near his brother. Her slender hand reached out to him, but he ignored it. She watched his lips move silently as he mouthed his last words addressed to her: "forget me". He turned around walked away.

She watched his back as he walked further and further away. He felt her burning gaze. He ached as he chanted "forget me" in his head, knowing that he would never be able to forget her.