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"夜来风叶已鸣廊,愿今夜梦境很漫长"
-汉娜

...
Huh? Morning again???
I thought I just fell asleep but apparently not. I covered my eyes with my hand to block the sunlight because of how bright it was, I got off of my bed and all of a sudden I'm.... Outside?!? My school again??? That's weird... I tried to walk to the front door but someone tapped me on the shoulders...
"Hey it's you!" Said a familiar voice
"Huh who are you?"
"I'm Yu you don't remember?"
Memories flashes before my eyes, so he is Yu. How did I forget...
"I'm so sorry um I didn't see you yesterday"
"Yesterday???"
"Yes yesterday"
"We're in secondary 5 now, we've known each other for 4 years..."
The air froze as he said that, is this real? Four years? It only feels like a day...
"Anyways would you like to go to our lockers together?"
He asked as he smiled, I nodded. We talked about a lot on the way there, he talk to me about books and music that we both like, how did he know I like it... Although it's been four years according to him since the last time I saw him his appearance has never changed, still a beautiful pair of amber colored eyes, the sun still only shimmers on him...
We entered the door and--- why am I sitting in class?
...
I looked around and saw him sitting next to me with his hands holding his face, he turned around and smiled...
"Staring at me? You always do this." He said as he smiled
"Always?"
"Did you loose your memories or something we're seat mates in every class since I met you"
"Oh..."
"Are you tired? You can sleep don't worry I'll keep an eye on the teacher for you"
"Thank you"
I closed my eyes...
...
"Asleep again?" He asked as I opened my eyes and sees his beautiful face.
"Huh?"
We were sitting on a bench in the front yard of the school that is now a shimmering river of leafs. I realized I was sleeping on his shoulder and I got up. He puts his hands toward my head like the first time we met except this time I didn't move, he took off the maple leafs that fell on my head once again. He reaches for my face...
"Don't move"
He wipes some tear drops on my face as I sat in silence...
"A bad dream again? Is it about your "friends" again?"
Friends? I never had friends... or did I? He smiled and gently looked at me...
"I see that you don't want to talk about it, my bad"
"No but... friends?"
"Every time you sleep you seem to have nightmares about the people that were bullying you before"
"Oh..."
"I'm sorry I shouldn't had brought it up"
"It's... ok"
"Would you like to tell me what the dream was about?"
"I don't know..."
"..." he looked away...
"Yu"
"Yes" he turned his head towards me once again
"Will I have friends?"
"..."
He looked confused for a second and we sat in silence, until he started speaking...
"Am I not considered a friend?"
"No, I mean yes you are my friend."
"Well... I was hoping we could be more then that..."
I stared at him and felt like something is burning inside me, this impulsive feeling of I don't know what. I have never felt it before, I want to say I feel the same way, but what if he says it's just a joke. I don't want him to be gone, he's like a beam of light that saved me from getting lost in the darkness, he gives me a feeling that I had never felt before. His gentleness makes me want to fall into his arms, I hugged him and he didn't move...
BIZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
...
I slowly opened my eyes as I realize I'm in my room once again... I feel teardrops on my face. It feels like I forgot something once again, Yu... the warmth of your body feels so real, is it really a dream? I got ready and went on my bus once again.
...
Yu... if it was a dream could it last longer? I looked outside, there's a thin layer of frost on the bus's window and I stared outside the window until I arrived and entered the school.
...
"Heyyyyyyyy" said a masculine voice... it's a boy from my science class yesterday
"Hi?"
"Do you want to be my girlfriend?"
"What? Um no?"
He left and stared at me while leaving and I went to my first class
...
Soon it was lunch time I hate lunch time, I'm always alone so I always skip it and walk around wishing that no one would notice me. This time however, I was in the bathroom and the group of girls in front of my locker the other day came in and blocked my way...
"You rejected Christopher?"
"Christopher?"
She pushed me on the ground...
"Don't act like you don't know bitch, he's MY boyfriend!"
One of them kicked me on my stomach and I felt horrible pain. They left and I went to the secretary...
"So you say people are bullying you?"
"Yes...."
"Amelia would never, and why would anyone hurt you if you didn't do it first? Just go to your tes."
She called the tes and the tes took me, we went in her office and I sat through her lecture. Later I found out after all these years, the supervisors at my school are the moms of the group of girls that had bullied me. Injustice or just love and care for their children?
...
The end of the day came and I went on my buss, the front row seats of course. I hate sitting in the back rows since all the "cool kids" are there and they're the last people I want to see... is that rude to think about? Hating on someone because they're more popular, maybe I hate them for stealing my clothes in gym too
...
Home at last, my parents and brother are normally not home so I would do what I want. I toke a shower to wash off the dirt from the inconvenience of this afternoon, afterwards I practiced some piano. Although I play many instruments the instrument I'm best at is still piano, I practice my piano when I'm upset I would play random songs until I feel better. I clearly remember that when I was little all my friends were outside playing with snow and I practiced piano while thinking about how happy I would've been if I was with them. I hate snow... snow is cold and lonely. And piano? Well... it's my only friend that will stay with me forever, so is my other instruments and skills. I didn't believe that at first, until my parents said it so much that I believe in it too much.
...
8pm
I gave my phone to my parents who keeps it at night and went to sleep as usual.
Yu... will this night last longer?

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