The Way They Are
In the morning, the sun would stream through his open window and temporarily blind him. He would dress quickly and run his fingers through his silvery locks. Then he would jump out the window and run off. It was a mystery why he never used the door—but that was fine, because that was the way he was.
Meanwhile, she is already up and awake, lingering in her room. She would look at her reflection in the mirror and comb her short red hair. Then she would sigh one last time and leave her room through the door. It was a mystery why she sighed so often—but that was fine, because that was the way she was.
Then, she would meet her two best friends by the paopu tree. She would smile at them both, and laugh as they fought for her attention. She would tease the brunette when he lost, and give the winner a peck on the cheek. It was a mystery why they were always together—but that was fine, because that was the way they were.
Later, in the afternoon, he would leave to train by himself. Sometimes he would spar with the brunette, but he preferred to be alone. She liked to watch him and would do so quite often, but he didn't mind. It was a mystery why he was always training—but that was fine, because that was the way he was.
Every day, she would go back to the paopu tree and stare at the star-shaped fruit. He and the brunette would come with her and listen as she retold them the legend of the paopu. Her eyes would always be far away and dreamy as she talked. It was a mystery why she loved the legend so much—but that was fine, because that was the way she was.
Then, as the sun began to set, the brunette would have to go home. The other two would stay out and walk to the beach once again, holding hands, and watch the sunset. It was a mystery why they liked the sunset so much—but that was fine, because that was the way they were.
Finally, as the last streaks of gold and red began to fade from the sky, she would turn to him and smile. He would stroke her cheek very gently and lean forward. Their lips would touch slowly and softly as night fell. Then they would reluctantly pull apart and start to walk home, his arm around her waist. It was a mystery why they loved each other so much—but that was fine, because that was the way they were.
