It was a bright morning about halfway through February. The winter cold hit me like a storm.

I covered my face with my scarf and struggled to walk through it.

You may be wondering why I was walking through the frigid cold. I'm walking because I'm going to the park.

Since it's really cold no one is going to be there. That's the great part. I like being alone. Where no one could bother or bully me.

I was always bullied because of my hair and eyes. My hair was golden blond on the top but on the bottom it was brown. People thought I was a delinquent and would always avoid me. But the brave ones would come towards me and brew a fight.

But I never wanted to dye it because it was one of the two things I had gotten from my mother.

My english mother had died when I was young, I didn't have that many memories of her. Just a few.

The other thing that I have cherished from my mother were my eyes. They were piercing green.

They would always scare off the people looking in them.

To sum up my life... It sucked.

I went under the familiar entrance of the park and steered myself right to the swings.

I kept my foot on the ground with my hands shoved deep into the pockets of my jacket.

I look to my left to see the entrance, and then to my right.

There was a girl reading two swings down me.

I took the snow out of my eyes to get a better look and see if it were true. And sure enough it was.

Her hair was no longer than past her neck. She wore a jacket that must've been useless against this cold. Her bare arms were out and I wondered if she wanted a free way ticket to frostbite.

She wore a white SnapBack outlined with an orange reddish color with an S in the front.

The coverless book she was reading seemed to enjoy her as a fond smile danced around her lips.

I stared at her.

She didn't notice me yet.

After minutes of contemplating on talking to her or not, I finally mustered up the courage.

"Is it interesting?"

Her head snapped towards me.

Her steely purple eyes met mine and seemed to be analyzing me. It seemed like she wanted to see if I was worthy enough to talk to her.

I found myself regretting to talk.

Her analyzing was done once she nodded. "Yeah."

I willed myself to speak more. "What's it about?"

"Why don't you find out yourself?" She countered. I smiled and became comfortable with her when I saw her teasing smile.

"Maybe I will." I answered. "However, it's a coverless book so I won't know the name."

"Haganai."

Haganai... I drilled into my head.

"I'm Yozora," she said surprising me.

"Kazuto."

"How old?" She asked, her eyes glowing in wonder.

I moved into the swing next you her. I wondered if I made the same mistake again since she tensed up. However, she didn't complain.

"Seven. What about you?"

She smiled at me and the whole world spun. I caught my breath and stared at her. Her smile was beautiful. It was one of a kind.

"I'm seven also."

I smiled back at her. Maybe I had made a friend..

After that day Yozora and I would hang out everyday. We would always meet up at the park. Even if it was winter. We actually liked it because we would be alone.

I walked towards the park when I saw Yozora reading a book on her usual swing.

I smiled deviously when I saw the pile of snow on next to me.

She wouldn't know what hit her...

Yozora POV

I smile formed on my lips when I read the last words on the page.

I flipped the page to come face to face with the inside of the back cover. I started reading about the author.

The author of the book Hag-

My train of thought stopped when I felt the icy cold snow hit the back of my head. My body froze as I gripped my book tightly.

I whipped my head around to see the new victim of mine when my grimace turned into a smile. It was my best friend Kazuto. Or should I say, Kazu.

He stood a few feet away from me with a smile on his face. I loved his smile. The way he would show his pearl white teeth and act like there wasn't a care in the world. Everything was innocent to him.

His eyes would be closed though. I wouldn't be able to see his amazing green eyes. The very eyes that would tell me if he were serious, playful, angry, sad, and many more.

But it didn't matter because it will soon open and I would be able to see them again.

And sure enough they did.

"Sorry, Sora." He said which he didn't mean any part of it.

I grabbed a huge chunk of snow of the ground and hurled it at him.

I laughed so loudly at the bewildered expression on his face when he was thrown back a few feet.

He stood to his feet. "You're going to get it Sora!" He yelled and charged me.

I braced myself as he tackled me to the ground.

My face became red at the sudden closeness but he didn't seem to notice.

He rolled off of me and lay down next to me. Because of our huge jackets and the amount of layers we're wearing, we didn't feel a bit of cold.

He turned so that he looked at me. "We're going to be best friends forever."

I couldn't contain my smile and let it out, stretching ear to ear. "Yup."

I loved that day from then on. I would always think of the way his hair would be messed up and how the smile on his face was bigger than any star.

How he looked absolutely perfect.

But that all ended one day…

"Hey Sora!" Kirito called after me at the park.

"Yeah?"

"Meet me here tomorrow next to the swings." He said and pointed over there. "I have to tell you something."

I saw the seriousness in his eyes and knew it wasn't another joke like it used to be.

I nodded.

The next day came by so fast that I didn't even realize that I was walking towards the park. I came upon the entrance and saw Kazuto leaning against the poles of the swing.

"Hey!" I yelled.

He looked back at me and I saw the usual. But this time it was different. He didn't have the usual sparkle in his eyes. The usual smile on his face, and this time his hair was more messed up than usual.

I walked until I was in front of him.

"What did you want to tell me?" I asked.

He looked me in the eyes. "I'm sorry."

I didn't dare interrupt him since he was continuing on.

"I- I'm going to move."

I furrowed my eyebrows. "Where?"

"America."

I stared at him shocked. It hit my like a ball. He was moving… to America… But I thought we were going to be best friends forever. We were going to go through life together, always being there for each other…

My voice was barely above a whisper. "How long?"

"Ten years."

That's when the barrier broke and the tears started flooding in. My vision became clouded. We were supposed to be together forever but a lot could change in ten years… He probably won't even remember me…

I ruffly wiped them away.

"Why are you moving?!" I asked, anger seething through my voice.

"I'm sorry Sora this is my dad's decision because he got a new job-"

"Then why are you going with him?! Let him go by himself!"

"I can't do that!"

I stared at him in the eye. My intimidating purple ones meeting his piercing green pair.

"Why can't you?" The coldness was evident in my voice.

He winced but didn't say anything else.

I scoffed and pushed him, trying to hide the hole in my heart.

I ran as fast as I can, pushing everyone and everything in my way. I didn't look back. Not even once. I didn't even know where I was going, I just kept on running.

I stopped as I heaved a huge breath of air.

My hands were on my knees as I looked around. No sign of people. Good.

I leaned back on a tree and hugged my legs to my chest. Why? Why did you have to leave?