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I saw her. Her eyes were the color of the moon, while her hair was the color of the night sky.

Her voice, sounded angelic. I sat up at night, outside, listening to the music of the grass, and the smells of cherry blossoms filled the air. 

I heard the chirping of the bugs, and their mating calls for one another. The skies just reminded me more and more of her. I heard the rushing of water, it went along the path that it normally took, but seemingly taking longer than it normally did.

I felt as though I was only outside for maybe an hour or two, but the sun was starting to rise. I saw the colors that the sun had to offer. A lot of orange, mixed with the dark blue from the night before. 

I rushed inside, knowing I was going to be late, due to lack of sleep. I still had grass in my hair from the night before. I picked out every small piece of grass, then brushed my hair.

I brushed my teeth, laced my shoes, and ran out the door.

I was just in time to see the bus driving by. As one foot stepped on the bus, I heard her voice.

"Hey, wait up!"

I felt my feet melt in my shoes. I refused to look back, knowing she would see the fear in my eyes. I walked into the bus, most people were asleep. I picked the first open seat.

Soon enough, I saw her walk onto the bus. She was smiling, and her hair was different.

She normally wore it straight, but today she had it in two small, loose space buns.

She looked my way, I put my head down, then heard her feet walking my way.

Oh no.

I looked out the window, and saw the grass was a little wet from the dew, then I felt the right side of my seat weigh down.

I look over, and see her, she gave me a little smile. I half gave one back.

"I'm Fuyu, what's your name?"

I already knew her name, despite her being new.

Winter. That's what her name meant. It was chilling, but somehow it was a breath of warm air when she talked to me.

"I'm Uta."

"Do you sit outside at night?"

The bus braked, making me hit the seat in front of me.

She let out a small snicker, before asking if I was okay. I told her I was fine, but she was still looking at me, waiting for me to respond to her question.

"Yeah, sometimes."

"How do you do it?"

I felt my heart flutter.

"What do you mean?"

"Sometimes I try and do what you do, but I always either fall asleep, or go inside."

"Oh, I've done it so many times, I guess I'm used to it."

I had never been so nervous in my life, my arms felt so heavy, I tried stopping the conversation, but she would always link it to another conversation.