There are those who say their lives are fucked up. They don't know
the meaning of fucked up.
Most don't know what it's like to
suffer, to live with the constant pain day in and day out.
I,
however, do know. My life is completely fucked up. I guess you could
say this is my story... and all stories have to have a start, so I'll
begin from where my life really began... not when I was born, but
when I met the love of my life. As everyone knows, your life will
change instantly in that one moment.
My name is Sora Takenouchi,
and where this story begins, I am 4 months shy of turning 16. I have
no idea why I'm telling you all of this, you probably don't care,
but what else am I supposed to do. I have to leave something behind,
I have to at least try to make others understand why I am the way I
am. I have to make others understand that I've changed... and I
can't go back to what I was, I just can't.
It all started
some day near the beginning of March. Technically it was night, but
it makes no difference really. I was with my best friend Mimi
Tachikawa. A good friend of Mimi's was to meet us at her place,
someone she really wanted me to meet. I had agreed, knowing I enjoyed
meeting new people. I also wanted to see what was so grand about this
friend.
From the moment he walked in the door my heart stopped,
and I was in awe. He was everything I had ever dreamed of, I was sure
of it. From the way he walked, to his unruly brown hair, to his
captivating chocolate brown eyes. His demeanour spoke wonders of what
kind of person he was. I knew I had to get to know him; I had to
learn more.
It's a wonder how I made it through the night, managing to hide my feelings, as I listened to him speak, and tell his jokes and stories. I've never laughed more genuinely. When he decided it was time for him to go, because he had to go catch the bus, we all hiked it up to the bus stop to wait. I felt for sure that he was someone I would connect with, and I couldn't wait until our next encounter. When he stepped on that bus, I was left wondering when we would meet again.
As Mimi and I trekked back to her house, she slyly asked me what I thought of him. I was aware she knew I liked him, but I wasn't ready to share my feelings with anyone, not even my best friend. She just shrugged at me, and left me to my thoughts of the brown-haired god I had just interacted with. Just thinking of his name sent shivers down his spine. Taichi Kamiya...