Prologue
There was a story, a fairy tale, even, about a boy and a girl. The boy and the girl grew up together. Their parents were friends, and would occasionally bring them along joint trips. The boy and girl would build sand castles on the beach, run along the forest side by side, join their parents for picnics by the lake, play Red Light, Green Light, and bicker then declaring that they hate each other, but then be back the next day, playing again, as if nothing happened. There were even times they would sneak out of the house together to play; run and shoot the pretend monsters—shadows and skeletons and statues and aliens—after them. She was the better shooter of course.
The girl's mum had a lovely coppery ginger hair that the boy always looked at in awe. The girl asked the boy if he wanted his wife to have a ginger hair. He blushed and fumbled. That night, the little girl tried to dye her curly hair—with disastrous results. Her dad had consoled her (he was, after all, better than it than her mum. But maybe it was because her dad is a medical nurse), and her mum told her she was beautiful, even with black hair, even with any hair color, she was beautiful no matter what. When asked however why she did it, she won't tell. The next day the boy saw her, he laughed and she ignored him until the poor boy realized it was his fault. He gave her a small, blue notebook as a way of saying sorry, and told her that she would be amazing. The girl started using the notebook as her diary, but since she spent the day with the boy she started calling it our diary.
The girl admired the boy's father. The boy's father was a history schoolteacher. The girl asked many questions to his father, and promised herself she would be an archeologist and study history someday. The boy brooded as the girl paid more attention to the historical findings his father was talking about than him. He told her that "archeologists are not cool." She harrumphed and left with her head held high. The boy's parents smiled at each other. His mum's blonde head dipped down to place a kiss on the boy's head and told them he wasn't a good boy to tell the girl that for that is her dream. That night, as his dad tucked him in, he told him about dreams, how, they are special for each and every one.
The day after their fight was the girl's birthday. She wouldn't admit it, for she was still wounded with what the boy said, but she was excited and expecting the boy to come for it was their promise: that they would never miss any important occasions in each other's lives.
She waited...
and waited...
Her parents were nowhere to be found, but there was food in the table.
She waited the whole day.
He didn't come. Even her parents didn't come. But there was someone else who did.
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A/N: The story and chapter titles are/will be from Coldplay's Mylo Xyloto Album. The story itself is [stolen] based in the story of Okazaki Tomoya and Kotomi Ichinose from Clannad (anime). You don't need to know their story for this, actually I prefer that you don't know it haha. This was supposed to be the Get Found and Get Lost story but I decided to change it... So yeah. ;) I'll make this just five chapters 'cause I suck at writing (but I swear I'd make this work). Please review though. And if there were errors grammatically just send me message or put it on the review box. Thanks!
A/N#2: I've posted this in another account here at the same site... but since I forgot my password I decided to just post it here in this new account I have.