Hello all! It's Aya here. This story is something I actually thought up while listening to a particular set of songs. If you want to listen to the playlist yourself, check out my profile for the link. I cannot promise a fast or even regular update schedule for this story, but I tend to write whenever inspiration strikes, and I will try to write as often as possible since school is coming up. Thank you so much and enjoy~.
Cue the pop countdowns from every room in the hall.
Summer on campus was a fleeting experience for most people, because they were only just beginning their time at the school. But when you don't have friends or family to talk to or see you off, the fleeting days before classes start drag on like watching ice melt in a lukewarm room. At least, that was the case with me. I wasted away in my dorm room, listening to the A/C blaring alongside the radios of the students who had yet to settle into the despair of freshman year. A sophomore myself, I suffered alone, lacking a roommate ever since I came to St. Lunar University last year. The naked white mattress across from my own bed prodded my heart with a strange type of loneliness.
The door opened, and my world changed instantly.
I couldn't say anything when he came in. He walked smoothly, almost gliding along with his suitcase over the wooden floor. He seemed to bring a breeze with him, somehow both warm and cool, like the wind flitting through a sandy ocean cove. I couldn't place his age, but his small, round stature and the simple t-shirt and jeans he was wearing made him look much younger than he probably was. He put the handle down on his suitcase and let it rest on the floor. Then he sat down on the bed, making it creak slightly. He looked up and smiled at me. His honey-gold eyes smiled with him, and his messy, saffron hair bounced when he tilted his head.
We both sat there, silent. A moment past, and suddenly the boy looked sheepish. He shrugged his backpack off his shoulders and took a notebook and pen from it. He wrote something down and then held it up for me to see.
I'm Sanderson. Nice to meet you. What's your name?
My confusion must have been showing on my face, because Sanderson looked more flustered and wrote something under that.
Damaged vocal cords. Never could speak. Sorry.
"You don't need to be sorry for that," I said without thinking. "That's not your fault." The blond boy smiled gratefully. He wrote something down yet again on his notepad.
You can call me Sandy if you want.
"Sandy…" I tested the nickname out. It fit him, to be honest. He was bright and cheerful, and the longer I looked at him the more I was reminded of a tranquil beach full of golden sand. I sighed, nodding to myself. Perhaps this could work.
"My name's Kosmotis. You can call me Pitch."
And that's that for this chapter! Now that I look at it, though, this is really short... I don't plan to write such tiny chapters all the time, but it felt like a good place to stop. Well, I'll get it together, promise!
Please review if you have any feedback. I'd love some critiques or advice. Thank you for reading, and I'll try to get the next chapter out ASAP!