Chapter II-The second night
It was the second night after the saddening event; the second night she had to survive with herself; the second night she wished time could be returned to the past, like in the movies. Had she ever been this sad? Had she ever been this lonely? Had the desire of sudden death ever been this strong? No...not even during the first night.
The worst part was that, no matter how much she tried to blame someone else for her misfortune, the guilt came back, as strong and relentless as ever. It hadn't been Herb, who caused her to distrust Hiro's kindness; or Nicholas, who forced the boy to run in hopes for anonymousness; it hadn't even been Hiroshi, who misjudged her intentions at the moment of the event. No, no one besides her was to blame; she had distrusted the kid, she had plotted against him, she had flirted with the only boy who disliked her more than she disliked herself at the present time, all done in front of the eyes of the one, the only one, that had respected her, that understood her…and that now hated her, like every one else in the world.
Why did this kid mean so much to her? Wasn't Ulrich her "love", her "dear"? No…no he wasn't…the relationship he held with Yumi demonstrating this; though now, after her meeting at the dance with Ulrich's newest friend, this slight inconvenience didn't bother her as much, it didn't bother her at all actually. This was good, for she no longer cared for whatever and whichever wrongs the brunette had caused her.
What about the other two, Herb and Nick…the fact that they got dates for the dance maddened her, yet the feeling died as she met Hiroshi.
Why…why had Hiroshi affected her this much? He wasn't as popular as Ulrich, nor was he as handsome or athletic…nonetheless he seemed at peace with himself, on the outside at least…unbound by society…unlike her, whose life revolved around it.
Maybe…this was it…the reason he had influenced her thoughts to this point. Something she saw as negative, being a social outcast, was seen as a positive thing in Hiro's mind
"the stuff people come up with is, at times, very clever and witty"
This demonstrated her belief to the dot. He wasn't afraid of being called names or being treated like a lunatic. He was just Hiroshi.
The girl's eyes shone in a red tone, showing that the tears had just recently ceased their fall, though a thin line of the watery substance still ran down her left cheek.
She observed her clock as it struck the eleventh hour of the night. She must've spent the last hour in woe.
Weakly she got up from her bed, her feet dragging, much like her soul. She changed to her night attire and headed back, shutting off the lights along the way. She fell face first unto the soft mattress; the bed covers wrinkling and entangling her delicate body. Though she was still afraid to sleep, in dread of reviving the past days, her tired eyes gave out almost immediately; driving her into the feared downward spiral.
