" …please don't go! I'll miss you! Please…ple-"
" I'll come back one day Misao…because Misao is my-"
My…my what! Don't go! You have to tell me! Stop! Don't disappear!
Don't cry…Don't cry…I promise…
WAIT!
She sighed and rubbed her head. She had that dream again, the dream with her first love. Misao Harada, 15 years old, about to turn 16 had just out of her bed and fell to the floor. She isn't your everyday normal girl. She has a "gift" that seems more so like a curse. She is able to see things that other people can't see. She sees spirits from the "other world" aka mushi . These creatures weren't as easy to handle as it seemed.
Something was off today, there was more of these creatures roaming around her. " Man, why are you here to bother me! Can't you get another hobby!"
The quiet day emerged with warm rays from the sun. She was on her way to high school to meet into her class. Luckily, she made it without problems from those things that followed her everywhere.
"Misao! Misao! Hey!", her friends said. "Snap out of it!" "Huh? Did you say something? Sorry…I was thinking about something?", she said absent mindedly. "We were going to ask you about what you wanted for your birthday! It's your special day. So what do you have in mind?" Misao, wanting it like an addiction, said "A BOYFRIEND." " We know that already! We have someone's number for you!" "Yeah…but I don't like anyone. I want …" Her friends hugged her and then flicked her on the forehead! "Misao! That was a children's promise! You have to move along and realize that is never going to happen!"
Maybe they are right…maybe…I should let go of that dream…that memory…Why am I so resistant then!?
"Then how about we go to the mall or go out for tonight? For your sake since you're not having a party or anything! Just the three of us all together, what do you say?" They didn't want to disappoint her and they were trying there best. "okay okay! We'll go!"
The things I get myself into…How am I going to break it to them? I really can't afford wasting this opportunity with a job. Now that I'll be sixteen I'll be able to work and umm…hopefully not get caught. AH! I can't take it back now! But this was really my fault…A BAR TENDER WAITRESS! WHY THE HECK WOULDN'T I READ THE JOB I WAS GETTING! "How in the w-"
"Is that you Misao…?" he replied perplexed.
"Ack! I'm sorry Miss!…Wait how do you know my name?" wait…this…this isn't a man at all!
"Why are you acting like this is the first time you ever seen me before?" "It's me Kyo, the neighbor you used to visit all the time back then", as he placed a hand on Misao head, touching Misao's hair. "Don't touch me! I don't know you! Get away from me!", she replied with a scared tone with a hint of anger.
"So sad…to see that you don't recall that we used to play as children….I told you I would return one day"
"…wait, so you're telling me that…you're him?"
" Now why would I lie about something to you?" You remember, don't you?
"Oh…well ummm…I- I have to go…Go cook! That's it! Mom is going to kill me if I don't have dinner ready! Soooo goodbye"
" Wait just one second…" as he grasped her hand and pulled her towards him. He lowered himself towards her ear and whispered in a gentle voice "I'll be your neighbor again…so if you ever need anything just let me know, and I'll be there …okay?" , as her let her go and walked away.
"Okay…", as she replied to her own silence as she just stood there. My cheeks…they feel so hot…I'm probably scarlet red. That can't be him. Honestly! He still can't be holding onto that children's promise! You couldn't have returned to marry me... Or could he have…? Have to get to the house…
She just laid there beside the door, and she just kept staring at the ground and thinking about that boy. She couldn't believe it. She had waited so long to see him again. She didn't know how exactly how to react to the situation. She was happy, yet it was suppressed with worry. She went to her room slowly, and sauntered herself towards her inviting bed. Kyo…you came back…You finally came back...
*** To be continued***
Authors Note :
Okay. Be honest and read please. Just take the time to think about it and if anyone has advice please PM. I want to be a better writer and I haven't written in years. (okay like 4 but still!) I mean sure...poems are one thing but stories are a whole other story. Just tell me what you think about it so far and it not, then I'll fix and adjust things a bit. My brain it fried [like scrambled eggs. School is killing me!].
