Happy Ending

Prologue

As the cold breeze kissed her pale rosy white cheeks, looking down her soft black hair fell under her breast, covering almost the entirety of her face. Walking unto nowhere whilst unknowingly where her feet would bring her.

She cannot accept things like that, nor that she wants to. It wasn't hers or her friend's fault. She didn't initiate the fight.

Being the youngest daughter of the famous business tycoon in Japan and Korea, Yume Kazume, ponders that she doesn't want the life she has. She wants a normal life.

As she turns her head from one side to another, noticing that she had wondered to a park. There were still a good amount of people at this time of day when the sun will almost sure to set, some were groups of friends, some were couples, laughing, talking and enjoying each other's company. She nodded unto herself.

As she sat on the bench near the center of the park, black haired girl gave out a heavy sigh as looks towards the sky.

"I have told you before, you can't be friends with those kind of people." Her dad scolded her. Again. She remained quiet, there's no point on talking back. Her father won't listen anyway. "What will you do, now?"

Having nothing to say,she refrained to speak, the absence of something to say silenced her mouth, realizing and telling herself "I have nothing to say anyways!"

"You're not going to apologize?" Her father stated almost a question. It's not a question, it's a demand.

She looked at him. Of course, she's not going to apologize. Why would she? It's not her fault! She didn't start the fight in the first place.

She watched her dad typing on his phone and dial someone's number. The old man, walked away from her. After a minute or two, he came back with a blank face.

Yume keeps her cool down, she already knows the consequences of her doings. Her dad will bring her back to--

"You have to follow me this time, Yume." She gazed down, looking at her feet. "You're going to transfer in East Academy."

Her eyes widened. She looked at her father, incredulously. She mentally huffed, she can't say no to him. She can't, if she didn't want to kicked back to Japan.

She felt something vibrated on her skirt's pocket. She fished her phone, and a message notifications popped out from a different senders.

From: Myla

Ano'ng nangyari? Pinagalitan ka ba ng tatay mo? Sinaktan ka ba?
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Magreply ka naman, oh.
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Beep me, if you wanna talk about it.

From: Jamaica

Girl, ayos ka lang?
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Bigla ka na lang nawala after na ipatawag tayo sa guidance office. Ayos ka lang ba?

From: Andrea
Kazume, ano'ng nangyari? Bakit hindi ka na pumasok sa klase?

Another notification popped out.

From: Myla
Be, pumasok ka bukas ha?

A scenery of red, orange and purple sky became blurry when a tear crept out of her light brown orbs. Her heart ached so much. She had never been have a good friends all her life. She can't bear to lose them.

Yume, didn't notice the guy who sat next to her. Listening on every silent sobs she makes.

The guy fished for his handkerchief on his pocket and handed it to the girl beside him before he stood up.

The girl was wearing a dirty cream blouse and a checkered skirt that reached below her knees, paired with a black leather school shoes and white socks. The attire of the young lady is familiar to him. From what he knows, this is a uniform of a school not so far from his place.

So, she's a student. But why is she crying? He thought.

A sincere smile slowly formed on his face as the girl look up to him. He can barely see the face of the girl whose shoulders are still not steady from sobbing, because of the baseball cap she's wearing and the black locks on her face.

Yume fidgeted on her seat when someone suddenly handed her a handkerchief. She looked up to see the owner of the hand. Unfortunately, she can't see the face of the guy standing beside him despite of the lights coming from the dancing fountain and her teary eyes that could stack up the problem to see the reflection of the stranger. Although she could tell how tall the person was and his clothing: he was wearing a gray jacket with "Adidas" logo printed on the center, and black pants paired with a black leather shoes. He might be a student like her. Who knows.

She took a glance on the handkerchief and then shook her head. "No, thanks."

The anonymous guy kneeled in front of her and reached for her cheeks. He wiped the tears escaping from her eyes.

She froze on the sudden action. But didn't bother to look at the guy. She don't want other people to see her in this kind of state, not even this stranger.

"Sometimes, crying is not a bad thing. It takes the pain away." The lad stated and placed the hankie on her palm. He walked away from the crying girl.

She stared at the thing on her palm and slowly turned her head from the walking figure and carefully watched the young man walking away from her.