This is the Story of a Girl That Isn't Me
~ Before the Beginning ~
We didn't need to talk to keep things from getting awkward. That's how I remember it.
We'd sit in a comfortable silence, him twirling a knife between his fingers, while I flipped through the pages of a science textbook.
Every once and a while he'd lean over the desk to see what I was reading, and sometimes I'd share with him some new approaches to assassinating our teacher.
That's how we were. Comfortable, relaxed. Just the two of us.
I don't know how to explain it, but when I sat beside him in that classroom the tension in my shoulders would leave, and my walls would come crashing down. Around him I felt at ease. Ironic, because he was the most dangerous student out of everyone in the class; maybe in the entire school.
Looking back now, I regret a lot of things.
I should have realized the feelings that were there between us.
I should have taken his hand, I should have asked him out on the weekends.
I shouldn't have laughed and brushed off his indirect confessions and taken his earnest compliments to heart.
Maybe, just maybe, I could have been the girl this story is about.
I wouldn't have suffered as much if not for the arrival of my sister Masami.
