He remembers a girl standing above him, looking into him with those stormy (lovely) eyes of hers, and her arms behind her back. She is looking straight at him, and he has never felt so terrified, and so wanted at the same time. How did she ever find him suspended from the world?

"It's Hanamura-kun, right?" She holds his name between his lips like it's a secret (for the two of them) for the briefest of moments, before letting it go. "That's what I heard them calling you."

Above them, the sky smears into pastel blues, the clouds disappear. There are a thousand thoughts swimming in his mind—none of which manage to bubble up to the surface. She shakes her head at the right time, in the right way that he is left veering off the edge (and waiting with bated breath).

"It isn't anything like that, actually..."

She presses on, her light never fading:

"You're interesting to me."

He watches her for awhile (watches as she walks back inside), but the only thing that registers is the soft curve of her lips (the dip in her collarbone, and the fan of her ribs), and the way the sun turns her brown, brown hair into gold.

She is beautiful.

And he wants to bury himself underneath that smile.


A/N: I haven't written anything in months, and this is all I could come up with.

Will write more if anyone wants it.