-Nice to meet you Honoka, it's the first time than we meet us, but i'm happy to meet you.

A man, i didn't knowing had just appeared. He seemed to be in his thirties before his eyes, and terribly tired. I'd have liked to comfort him but he seemed to be good himself in his condition. Short, i think. So, he looked like he was in his thirties, but maybe he would have been younger if his face, in addition to showing me an infinite sadness mixed with an uncertain melancholy, had dark circles to the knees and a badly shaven beard. His red hair was tarnished by dirt and grease, as if he had not washed his hair for a month, and his eyes always filled with confused émotions, were as tarnished as his hair, but wore its color.

I prefer to be clear right now with people who would believe that i make fun of him, this is not true, rest assured. Because I'm very confused about his situation and this man. I don't knwo him and I don't know where he comes from. And apparently himself doesn't know me. Any case, we should both be confused. Moreover, he's not really alone, because a person is with him and looks like him, surely someone of his family. But he didn't seem to care, his eyes were on me.

-I took some flowers, I hope you like them. My sister loved them too. So I thought… That would make you happy.

He had said that with a husky but trembling voice, and handed me the flowers. They landed next to me. It was daisies, a pretty simple gift, but satisfying. It reminded me that my younger brother gave me the same gifts, to believe that they might know each other, or that it was just a coïncidence.

He smiled weakly, but hesitated a little on the way forward. I can understand, for a first rendez-vous, or rather a first meeting, we do not know which foot to dance, for fear of making a mistake. I didn't dare to say much either. I looked at the person behind him, but she didn't look at me. Preferring to watch his "family"? with sweet eyes, filled with love and tenderness, maybe I felt a hint of bitterness, but it was not safe.

- I ... he hesitated, I think it'd be nice to introduce myself also, no ? I don't think you know me since it's the first time we see each other. My name is Nobu, nice to meet you.

I told him that I'm also overjoyed, but he didn't seem to care. I don't really call myself Honoka, well yes, but my second name is Ban, sooo if he could call me that, it would make me very happy. But he ignored me a second time, preferring to focus on my eyes more than anything else. It's a bit annoying, but not too much either. I understand him a little too. He seems to mumble an excuse, then left, leaving me on the floor. It wasn't very nice, but he told me he'd comeback, so I should just wait for him to get back to me. That doesn't bother me, we can meet here if he wished. The person who was with him finally turned around and, while keeping a face filled with tenderness, nodded to me as to say goodbye, which I returned to him. And as soon as they were out of sight. I looked again at the flowers he had left me. They are beautiful.

I wish I could smell them.

And here is the first fanfiction I make in English (well, I'm translating in « English »), It'll be a small series with small chapters. It may include characters form the original work. But, hello in late.

I hope in any case that this chapter will have pleased you. There must be errors or bad wording and I apologize for that.

I prefer to warn you also that this story will have sensitive themes like collection and depression. So don't be surprised if it comes back again.

Have a nive day, byyye