Verse One
-Part 1-
I remember that day, when I first saw you I thought it was a dream. I thought it was just a fragment of my imaginations.
But...
It was real.
The One That Got Away
"Mr. Ootori, you called for me?"
A 78-year-old Kyouya Ootori looked up from his black notebook, "Yes, I did. I want to go to her."
His driver, Derick Dwayne, cocked his eyebrow under his black sunglasses.
"Are you sure Mr. Ootori? This is bad for your health. I suggest that-"
"Do as I said. Now."
Derick bowed, "Right away, sir."
After Derick left his boss' office, Kyouya continued flipping the pages of his old black notebook. Even at his age, he still got the devil, he still got the attitude he held for 78 years.
He sighed and he slowly closed his black notebook, he opened his drawer and he placed it beside the blue velvet box he had kept for 60 years. Kyouya cherished it with his life.
Like he had cherished her.
"Sir, I've prepared the car outside." Derick said.
Kyouya slipped the slightly dusted blue velvet box inside his jacket and hummed. He slowly stood up with the help of his walking stick.
"Let's go." Kyouya ordered.
On the way to his car, with Derick following behind him, he can't help but feel light and at the same time nostalgic.
He was going back to the place where he found her.
And the place where he lost her...
It was summer after high school when they first met. She was sitting on the bench with her canvas and painting tools on the grass, beside her a big brown box filled with notebooks, pens, pencils and etc. His eyes caught a sketch pad—a recycled sketch pad—it has rough edges and black abstract lines adorned on the slightly rough textured brown paper, with medium size sliver Rhine stones.
Kyouya slightly coughed, making the girl in front of him startled.
His cold gray eyes met her warm brown eyes.
The girl tilted her head and stared at him with confusion, "Yes? Can I help you?" she asked in English, her accent hinting that she's a foreigner.
He cocked his left brow, " I believe this is my place." he stated in English. Kyouya saw her wrinkled her nose.
"I don't remember this bench being taken."
"Well, I don't remember someone knows this bench." he retorted.
The girl pouted, crossing her arms, "Okay you win. But I need this bench of yours. I need it to complete my collection."
And Kyouya as well crossed his arms, "Then why is my bench involved in this?"
She sighed, "I really really need it! Please just for two days, I need to complete my collection!"
"What collection?"
"For my Art collection."