Just in time for Valentine's Day, here are a bunch of "lovely" short stories. Heh heh…lovely…

About a Girl

'You're a loser'

'You're a reject'

'You'll never fit in!'

Those were common words he heard every day, echoing through the halls, echoing in his mind, until they damn near drove him mad.

'Ugly!'

'Weirdo!'

'Freak'

The last one was just rude. He wasn't a freak. Just…outside the ordinary. It wasn't his fault that strange things had happened to him. The warm, winter sun beamed down on his scrawny figure as he lay on the fresh layer on white powder that covered the fields below. He was a lot younger than he looked and acted…much more mature than most boys his age. A boy of twelve that looked 8 and acted 18, Naota was a paradox indeed.

"How long has it been…since she left…" he sighed. The first woman he loved left him without a second thought. Not that they were ever going out in the first place. He could still remember the warm smell she gave off…it made him happy…relaxed him. The bell rang. Must be time for PE.

Step

Step

Step

"Nandaba!" a girl shouted. Her long hair framed her face quite well, but her scowl didn't go well with her cute features. He opened one eye, slightly annoyed at being roused from his memories.

"Ninamori." He said a bit less than enthusiastically. He stood up and brushed the un-melted snow off of his small frame. He was cold, and sad, and tired too, and he really did not want to deal with her nagging.

'You need to move on with your life'

'She didn't love you.'

'Its not worth harping over!'

Naota felt a single, small tear go down his cheek. No matter how hard he tried, he could not get over that wild, crazy young woman that ran away with his shattering heart. The one was followed by another, and another, and another, until he found himself silently sobbing.

"What's the matter!" Ninamori cried, startled by his sudden outburst of tears.

Naota's collar was wet with salt water.

"Its nothing." He whispered. "Nothing at all."

"No its not! What's wrong?"

"It's about a girl…"