Under the Same Sky
Chapter One

You smiled at me and once said, "To find inner happiness, you must start somewhere". The questioned look I had, and the grace of your movements glued into the core of my brain. Although I understand what you meant, I was fully frustrated for I was not sure where to start.

I was born and raised with a gold spoon in my mouth, when my mother died of cancer I was at the age of sixteen. Reality flashed through my teenage life and I've never stop to think if I was going to be here today, tomorrow, or I'd be able to survive the most complicated thing called life.

But I merely remember why I was given birth to, mainly the reasons were to take care of my father's business. It wasn't in my interest to help the family Corporation, and my feelings towards my family were merely hatred. I despised my father for suffering my mother until she died. Her whole body was trembling and the fact that she had cancer wasn't the cause of her death.

We were rich. We had money. Why couldn't we do anything about it? We had everything that anybody would've wanted. Father didn't have the density to find a cure for my mother so he just let her die. She was simply loved by many people, but none of that mattered to her for she wanted attention from the man she loved, the man she had married. She was lonely.

Mother was a woman of respect, independence, and a loving figure; she was perhaps the missing pieces to everyone's lives. Well, that is if you've known her. I believed that all mothers are the closest to her child merely because mothers have a unique 'bond'.

The tiny clock on the fifth living room read 3:45 a.m. I rested on one of the few couches, my back relaxed. I had finished taking a shower just a few hours ago, fell asleep whiling browsing this cold house, a towel wrapped around my shoulders, my hair still damped with fluids of water.

Sat right up and leaned towards the table that evolved around the room. I twisted the cap with my right hand, titled my head and raised my left hand until I felt the water from the bottle spilled down onto my tongue. I closed the bottle with the cap and stayed there until I've realized I was staring at my own image of a mirror dangling on the pearl white wall.

My features changed from the last ten years. My last aspects of my teenage life was hard to remember, and I couldn't recall what my last two years of living in a young body. I squinted my eyes smaller as if something was causing it to sting really badly. How fustrated I've felt. Its rare that I could remember something as dear of my previous life, I've felt empty. Like a wandering man without no brain, nor a heart.

The moon was at its fullest tonight. It's glowing light flickered along as cars passed by, and my gaze swept onto the noisy cellular phone laying on the side of the table. The ring tone, for which I did not recall. Perhaps it was '___by__'?

I extended my right hand and slowly grasped the cell phone. Looked at the caller ID on the screen, 'Blocked' it read. Immediately, I scowled. 'Who's the dumb ass that would call this early in the morning?' my fingers in motion as the phone flipped and the phone rested on my ear.

"urngh."

I heard nothing. It was silence. Annoyed, my right hand pulled the cellar phone from my right ear and positioned for closing the phone. But a noise came from the speaker, "YO!" and alarmed my attention.

Identifying the dumb ass I responded with a silent growl "Eriol." I waited for a response "Hm?!" He had sounded cheery, and that sentenced me I would get even more annoyed. "How'd the hell did you get my number"? I heard a chuckled. My eyebrows creased down, waiting for the answer but it was again silent.

Frustrated, "What is it that you want?" I heard him starting to laugh and I had remind myself later when I was to meet the dumb ass I would give him a kicking or two. I heard him choke with laughter but the air silenced him.

I growled once more, because it pretty much annoyed me, impatient I was.

"She's coming." I blinked.

I didn't quite caught it. A questioned look. My thoughts rambled upon his words. My brows knelled down "She?" I heard nothing once again. "Eriol, are you still there? Who's she?" I heard a chuckled and as I thought, the bastard was playing with me. When I demanded to know for his statement, the line went died.

I closed the cellar phone and tossed it upon the side of the couch. In my stomach I felt a twisted feeling for which I couldn't recall I've felt before. Mix emotions. I was instantly curious but felt as if I was afraid. I rested my right palm on my chin and sighed, "she?"

I had someone in mind.

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