We may all have our flaws, mistakes;
however, we still have those beautiful qualities that make
us, everyone, unique.

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A song. Voices. Singing.

A piano. A violin. A melody.

A smile. A grin. Blue eyes.

Blond hair. Scarred faces. Scraped knees.

Thin fingers. Weak arms. Slender bodies.

A weak form.

A note. A rest. A stop.

The end.

Len breathe in to catch his breath, glancing down at his best friend and gave her a smile. His friend looked up from the piano, her fingers slightly resting against the keys, her blue eyes focused on her counterpart with the same soft smile on her lips.

"I kinda like it," the girl, his best friend, Rin said, her blue eyes twinkling with happiness and satisfaction.

Len smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his blond locks while the bow was still in his right hand, "I don't know… I don't like how the lyrics turned out," he said, his eyes landing on the music sheets placed resting on the music stand placed in front of him.

The girl laughed, her voice twinkling like light chimes against the wind, her locks glowed golden as the sun's rays reflected off them, like a halo. Len stared at her, stunned by her features—as always, she would laugh and smile like she usually does, shining ever so brightly, as she light up Len's world with her bright eyes and her wonderful smiles.

Rin, his best friend, the girl that approached him—saved him not just a year ago. He had been… admiring her ever since the day that…he… finally noticed her; the day they indirectly met (with a mere exchanged of glances, lent out hands, and surprised faces and a worried smile).

However, it was not Rin which his world originally revolves around. He, Len used to admire a different person. No, not this girl smiling before him, but another girl, Rin's best friend. The time when he had not yet notice Rin's existence, except for her friend that always stood next to her…

It was almost two years ago when Len's eyes had been glued on, Rin's best friend (before they actually met), the school's most popular girl, Neru Akita; she used to be Rin's best friend; she used to be the girl he admire the most. Neru is beautiful (having long and stunning blond hair, and beautiful amber eyes), while Rin is plain (having short blond locks, and blue eyes). Neru is popular (gaining it all with her looks, with her perfect complexion), while Rin is average (she is just a simple girl, with a face full of freckles). Neru is athletic, while Rin is weak in stature. Neru is at the top of the class, while Rin is merely average. Rin was just a simple, typical girl.

Neru has the spotlight focused on her. There was not a person who does not know of her existence. Everyone, him and Rin included, adores her. Neru is simply amazing.

Rin, on the other hand… No one would know Rin exists, Len wouldn't know she exists if she weren't Neru's friend.

But, why would a popular girl like Neru, be friends with a simple girl like Rin? Sure Neru has other popular friends; however, she hangs with Rin the most. At first, it piqued Len's interest as to why Neru was with Rin. He can't understand it at first; she was plain, simple, typical, and average. However, he had learned why after Neru had left (moving abroad with her mother, leaving her father and brother).

Rin was the sun, and Neru was the sunflower. She gave light to Neru, making her grow to a beautiful flower. And when Neru left, when the sunflower left, the sun still shone bright.

Len saw Rin's vibrant smile. Even when Neru had left, even when she was left alone, she still stood firm on her ground, shining brightly that she nearly blinded Len. She was beautiful in her own way that she rivaled Neru's physical beauty. She maybe simple, however, behind the skin of freckles and pale skin, was a vibrant girl shining ever so beautifully.

Rin was beautiful.

No.

She is beautiful.

Len finally realized.

Len's world used to be dark and dirty. Filled with pummeling fists, scraped knees, bloodied knuckles, and bleeding lips. Always with cracking bones, weak arms, bruises, cruel laughter, and nasty insults. If Rin is average, then Len is lower. He was the pest. The prey. The lowest. His classmates, his fellow students stood before him like predators ready to devour their caught prey. And Len would cower back in fear, raising his sluggish arms in attempt to shield himself. But fists would always meet his face, kicks would always connect to his abdomen, and cruel insults and laughter would reach his ear.

Len thought he was hopeless. A weakling.

He should die.

But, the light, the sun, Rin—she pulled him out from that darkness, extending her hand towards him as she bathed him with her light.

His body horribly battered, filled with blinding pain from the flying fists, and some cracking bones. His weak and tired eyes stared at the girl that stood before him, his eyes widening from shock and confusion. A soft and worried smile graced her lips, as she lent out her small and pale hand. At first, he thought that it was some cruel illusion fabricated by his weak and feeble mind.

He thought that she was not real.

Yet, he hoped that it was.

And he reached out, wrapping his dirty and bloody fingers around her hand.

She saved him.

He loved her.

He's thankful. But he doesn't deserve her light, her kindness.

He would taint her with his darkness.

But she doesn't care. Laughing and smiling lively.

She truly is the sun.

…

"What are you talking about?" Rin asked rhetorically as she gestured a hand on the lyrics, "I loved it, how could you not like it?"

(A song of love.)

Len smiled weakly, You're too kind, he thought but he never voiced them, Instead, he replied "… If you say so…" his voice trailing off, his eyes still focused on the bright smile on the blond girl's lips. "Come on, class will start in a few minutes, " Len said as he placed his violin on its case, Rin nodded her head as she gathered the music sheets scattered around the room, and handed them to her friend.

The pair left the music room—their favorite room.

I've always wanted to be a singer, was what she said. It was her dream. It was her wish that she wants to fulfill. Her goal.

Rin, despite her physical features, has a voice of an angel, a wonderful voice that Len found himself enjoying whenever he hears it. He would always quiet down, to take pleasure from her voice to the fullest—only the sounds of her voice, and his barely-hearable breathing. His blue eyes focused on her lips as sweet words rolled of her tongue. Sometimes he wonders what her lips would feel like—no, such a horrid thought!

Rin's written song would always be about happiness, love, and fantasy-like songs. And most of the songs she would listen to are about the same theme, love, happiness, and hope. Len can't blame her, she has her own opinions—and he could always see her as a type of girl who would listen to that kind of songs. And of course, Len has his own taste when it comes to song-writing and the types of songs he listen too. He can assure you, him and Rin is quite different when it comes to that.

…

"I don't like it," Rin murmured as she stared at the pieces of paper in her hand, her brows furrowed together and her lips slightly pressed together in a slight pout. Her eyes scanned the sheets once again, before sighing, "I don't like it," she repeated, handing the papers back to Len who stared at her with a confused expression on his face.

"Why not?" Len asked. Truthfully, Len liked this piece, however, Rin thinks of the opposite.

(A song of love. A fading voice. Snow.)

"It's too gloomy," Rin replied a little off-handedly, waving her hand in a casual manner. "I mean, who would want to listen to sad songs?"

Len pressed his lips together, creating a straight line as he continued to stare at Rin with confusion.

"I wouldn't," she continued, shrugging her shoulders. Len's gazed dropped, of course, Rin is a very 'bright' girl, she wouldn't want clouds—gloomy things—cover her rays of light. Rin then noticed Len's saddened face, she smiled softly and placed a hand on his shoulder, "Hey, I'm sorry if I said it a little too bluntly…"

Len weakly smiled back, shrugging Rin's hand off his shoulder, "It's alright," You love the light after all.

Rin's smile grew, and giggled softly, "Just don't write sad songs next time.

I want everything to be happy, so don't go writing about gloomy stuffs!"

Despite being kind, she could be demanding at times, but of course, it is for a good cause.

For the next few moments, their time is filled with contagious laughter and smiles as they sing together in perfect harmony.

(They are away from the darkness.)

Classes are over. Len is walking down the hall, heading to his lockers. However, from a far, he could already see a group of boys—the so-called predators—waiting by his locker, their faces held smirks as they waited for Len to approach them. Len was frozen in his place, fear and darkness once again engulfing his heart, his body, and his soul. The boys walked towards him, and yet, he was still frozen, rooted deep on his place.

They were laughing as they surrounded the blond, their eyes held cruel mischief as they stared down at their prey. Like a pack of hyenas, against a small defenseless calf.

There was only three of them—but it is already a huge threat.

"Hey, look who we have here!" one of the boys, a boy with silver hair, started as he wrapped an arm, a strong arm, around Len's feeble shoulders. His red and menacing eyes stared down at him with cruelty reflected off them, and his lips curled up into a grin.

"Hey, wimp, how ya' been?" a blond asked, his blue eyes held the same maliciousness as the first. He had talked as if he and Len were friends.

But Len knew they were far from being friends.

Could a bloody-predator befriend his weak prey?

"Let's have some fun!" a green-haired boy said, grinning from ear to ear as he cracked his fists and licked his grinning lips. The silver-head nodded as he slipped behind Len and took hold of him, holding him in a tight lock as Len's front was open to the blond and the green-head's attack. Raising their fists, it collided with Len's right cheek, and the other followed by his stomach, knocking his precious air out of his lungs. Raising their legs, their kicks landed cruelly on his sides, and on his legs.

Laughter. Cruel laughter filled his ears. Tears dangerously gathered by the corner of his eyes, but he bit his lips and held back his soon-to-be snapping emotions.

He doesn't want to cry.

It'll fuel these predators' hunger even more.

After the predators had their full, and leaving the beat down blond at the back of the school, they finally left, grinning and laughing at him sadistically.

Len wants to die.

Pain dulled his senses. His eyes blurry. He could barely see. He could barely hear. He could not lift a finger. And the snow around him was stained by the dirty dark dots of crimson.

I want to die.

It was always the same. Boys—no, girls and boys alike, would always make fun of him, laughing at his weak stature and his wimpy manners—but, he was born that way. No matter what he did, he could never change the way he looks. He could never change his stubborn messy dirty-blond hair, his dull-nearly-grey blue eyes, his pale complexion, his pimple-filled face, or his poor eye-sight (which is corrected by dorky, thick-framed glasses—which was snapped into half because of the predators).

"Len?"

Tired eyes looked up, locking with another pair of blue eyes.

Eyes of an angel.

"Oh god! Len!"

He was too weak to move. He was too weak to fight. Darkness engulfed him, as he drifted, and fell down to unconsciousness.

Scolds. Shouts. Tears.

Pain. Bruises. Bloodied and battered.

"… I'm sorry," Len mumbled weakly as he lay on a white bed, his injuries were all covered in bandages. Horrible tasting ointment was on his bloodied lips.

Rin, on the other hand, did not heard him as she continued to cry, scolding Len with her shrill voice, demanding him why had let those—bastards to do this to him. Why did he not fight? Why did he just stood there as he received those cruel beating that he doesn't rightfully deserve?

"Why Len?" Rin cried, gripping Len's shirt as she buried her face on her friend's broken and battered chest, her tears staining his already stained shirt. "Damn it, Len, do you want to die?"

Yes, I really do.

"I'm sorry," he repeated, his bruised face hidden behind his blond locks.

Rin remained sobbing on his chest, her small fists curled on his shoulders. Len felt guilty. He felt guilty for making Rin sad, for making her cry, for making her worry.

The sun is covered by rain clouds.

Len… He doesn't want to be the reason to make the most important girl in his life to cry. He hates to see her crying.

As Rin sobbed against his chest, Len couldn't help the lyrics that escaped his lips, soft words rolling out of his mouth.

(It was a sad song. He couldn't help it. He knew Rin hates those kind of songs, but he just felt like it.)

I'm sorry.

Yet, not soon after, exhaustion finally brought Rin into unconsciousness, and she drifted off into a not so comfortable sleep. Her breath turned into soft yet irregular short gasps. Len finally stopped to stare at her sleeping, fluttering eyes; she was stunning as always—though, not physically.

"Please…" she muttered in her sleep, her words barely hearable, "Don't sing sad songs…"

Len smiled sadly. He can't help it, Len is a sad, gloomy boy.

A/N: Lul, wut? 'Now, where the hell this story came from?', you might ask. Well, let's just say it randomly popped out of nowhere.

So, I was using my laptop as always, and my neighbors are being noisy as always, they were playing some loud pop/rap/r&b songs (which was annoying the hell out of me) and the like, when suddenly, I heard a familiar song 'Untitled by Simple Plan'. I used to listen to Simple Plan before, so yeah, I still sort of remember the lyrics and I started to sing along with it. And when I reached the line 'How could this happen to me?', a scene suddenly popped up inside of my mind. And lo and behold, this story is born! (However, this story is not based off from 'Untitled'. It's different :D)

Anyway, originally, this chapter isn't going to end here, but I don't want the chapters to be long. (This fic would probably consist of four to five chapters or so. And they would be fairly short.) So, yeah… I just thought on writing this one down, and finish it immediately to get it out of my system.

Review! Give me your thoughts about my writing style (if you haven't noticed, it's a little different from how I usually write)! A constructive criticism, or flame, or what ever your thoughts about this fic! (BTW, I haven't checked for mistakes, so please, kindly point those out!)

BTW, about the summary and the title, I purposely typed it that way. I want to see if people would judge this story merely from its summary and title :D