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Chapter 1
Aoi's POV
Hands reached out to me, took my tiny ones and wrapped themselves around them. The face of the person who was holding my hands came into view. Brown eyes locked with mine. His hair was a spiky brown mess, like mine. Of course, after all, he was my father.
"I will be back soon, okay, Aoi, Rui? He smiled a reassuring smile and turned his back on us. His back, clad in a black suit, moved away more and more until he got into the car, a silver-haired man opening the door for him, as if he were some kind of important person. Why did he go? At that moment, I didn't know and I still have no idea why. I was too young to understand, too young to beg him to stay, as was Rui. The only thing we could do was cry, the world getting foggier and foggier with every tear. But it didn't work. He didn't stop and turn around to give his family one last kiss. He never stopped. He kept going, always kept going, not waving or anything of the sort. He did not even say good-bye to his wives, almost as if he didn't care, but that I won't believe. Not even now, after 11 years of absence.
And suddenly I woke up, in my room where everything was clad in blue, my favorite color, as my name suggests *.
"Just a dream, just a dream", I said to myself again and again, although I knew, it wasn't a mere dream. It really happened. [Just a memory that I can never reanimate again] That day he left me, my sister, mom and mother Haru alone and just drove off like that. We got along fine without him, probably also because he sends money from time to time, he just never came back. [As if money was enough to compensate for his absence.] But if I were to be honest with myself, I can't be truly mad at him. I knew he had his reasons, but whatever they were, I had no idea. I just missed him. This, dream, I've been having it in the last few days…is it an omen of something?
Thankfully, up until today nothing had happened yet. Then, a sudden knock at the door distracted me from my reverie. I sat up, still quite disoriented but nevertheless ready for the day.
"Are you awake, Aoi? Our moms are making breakfast," the voice of my sister came from behind the door.
"Yes, I'm up," I answered. Surely, she was reading again. I had a clear mind image of my sibling – a book in one hand, the other still raised a little, (brows crunched in concentration) and face buried deep into her book. (And guess what, I've never seen her trip while at it. What a fine multi-tasker.)
I got out of my bed. Well, fell out to be exact. Hastily, I put on my clothes, did a fast brush through my hair and went downstairs with my sister, to greet the new morning with a yummy breakfast.
*Aoi=blue