Prolougue: My Fake Heart

It had been about a year ago, when I first laid my eyes on her. I had decided to stop at a park nearby. I didn't know why I decided to do so. Every now and then, I simply felt like doing things of this nature. I never really got anything out of doing things like this. As if fate had offered me dates but, never showed up. Though, it didn't bother me much even when I thought about it that way. Because, even if anything happened during these encounters, I wouldn't do anything about it.

I'm a Giftia. That means I have a life span of 81,920 hours. Nine years, 4 months and some change if you're too lazy to do the math. It's a long time in some ways, but to live out a life? Beyond pathetically short. I was nothing but a burden to anyone who'd want to invest anything into me. On top of that, it wasn't like that I had been born yesterday. I had been around for about seven years. That's left me with what? Eighteen, nineteen thousand hours? There would be no point in dragging someone along my dead end road of a life.

With this thought in mind, it seemed for the first time, fate hadn't stood me up. I was walking by the large pond in the park, when I noticed a girl standing by it. I normally did a double take towards cute girls and went on my way. However, this time, I couldn't help but pause.

Bright orange hair that went down to her waist with captivating waves, and I could just see how much of a deep blue her eyes were. I knew more than anyone how impolite it was to stare, yet, my eyes were glued onto her. Water droplets began to fall, hitting the pond and creating ripples.

"I'll try my best, okay?" The girl said. "I know it's partially my fault... but, I'll make sure no one else gets the ending you got. Rather, the one you deserved." My heart skipped a beat upon hearing that. It sounded remarkably similar to something I had heard long ago.

The girl began to turn my way, "I promise." Then, she began walking. It seemed she hadn't noticed me, as she had walked right past me.

I hadn't realized, but even though I had considered everything about myself to be nothing more than a burden, to be more or less fake; anything I felt shouldn't have been, simply because of how short my life was, however, that may have been when I fell in love.

When I looked up at the sky, I noticed that there wasn't a single cloud I could see.