My Everything.

Yes an incredibly lame very cliché sounding title.

Inspired by the song: My Everything by The Grace

Disclaimer:
Do not own any of the characters - are the authors and the people that own it legally property
Direct lyrics used from the song My Everything by The Grace are just my own translations. Check out their [mv] on youtube or something. I suppose the lyrics are property of SM entertainment and The Grace.
Why is this disclaimer always here?... All these are fanfics of course we don't own the characters.. .''''

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Always watching from behind, he was her constant shadow. It was so blatantly obvious: his position, his motives, his feelings for her, just not to her. She remained oblivious to everything, even though she was the centre of it all. Creating joy, creating pain unknowingly she went about life with no concerns, while greatly impacting upon the life of another. If only she knew.

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The fog that came with every breath said that it was going to be another day. I liked the cold winters, nature seemed to have a calmer, a more sad mood. Unlike the warmer months there life wasn't plentiful, it was silent. The trees stood bare with spiny spread fingers reaching nowhere. Yet there was a serene beauty of the white plains of snow and the delicately decorated branches; like a certain ray of happiness through the sad. I felt like nature reflected exactly my feelings.

Our school still lacked heating in some of the class rooms, unfortunately one of the few unlucky classrooms just happened to be mine...and hers. It was just like any other winter morning. I sat at my desk second from the left in row third from the back, right near the window. Although I lived quite a distance away from school I was always one of the early ones. The biting cool wind that characterized the early winter mornings was refreshing and the emptiness of the seemingly endless street that was my path made me calm and peaceful, rather than accentuate my loneliness. I had all the time in my little white wonderland world to think and clear the clutter that was my mind. Every morning I would drift onto thoughts about her. Just thinking of her, remembering her cute expressions that always caught me unexpectedly were enough to make me smile to myself. And so every night I would look forward to the coming morning, to the long walk of false memories that gave me the most pathetic small happiness. Those drifting thoughts are enough, for now.

I sit staring out the window seeing shapes that aren't really there that somehow resemble her beautiful long hair, or her deep eyes. I hope that I will catch a glance of her as she runs through the gate desperate not to be caught late and punished by the strict gym teacher. But again I get lost in my own thoughts. My friends are used to this: me just staring into space looking like I am searching for something just not sure what, they now just look and shake their heads with a sigh. It isn't like I want to be like this, but I can't seem to help it.

CRASH!

I quickly awoke from my day dreams by the loud interruption. On the classroom floor were fallen books and getting up slowly the protagonist of all my dreams. She looked so graceful, with her silky long dark hair and the small light body. But she had an ability to find something to trip over on a perfectly flat surface like our linoleum; it could never cease to amaze me. I could not help but to let out a snigger. She was so cute, all flustered and trying to quickly pick up her books in embarrassment.

Getting up quickly she walked past, not failing to give me her most fierce, or so she thought, glare. Another chuckle escaped my lips.

"What? You think it's so funny Takishima!"

Her huffed expression and burnt cheeks. That was my limit. I admit I am weak.

I shook with full blown laughter.

"Who wouldn't? How do you fall over on a perfectly flat surface?"

"You don't ever trip huh?"

"No, but its linoleum..."

She opened her mouth, no doubt with some sort of comeback. But she was interrupted by a throat cough from the front of the room.

"Miss Hanazono, if you could please take a seat. We are about to start class..."

"Oh.. um sorry sir um... well.. then.. please.. start?.. sorry..."

I watched her stumble to her desk one desk diagonal from mine with a small smile. Maybe today will be a good day.

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The story kind of drifted away from what I was thinking of first, so I kind of let it. So instead of the oneshot I thought I was going to write, I'm going to start my first ever long story~ hahahhaha ^^

Yes.. I'm sorry but I tend to write in short bursts~ n_n

I hope you will enjoy it, and enjoyed this (?) hehehe

Until next time.