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Do You See Me?
Flashback
5 minutes late. Aunt told me she'd fetch me after school, and she's 5 minutes late. Calm down. Look around. There are others waiting for the same thing. Waiting to be fetched.
"Shoot Mitsui!" I turned my head at the direction of the noise and at that moment my eyes widened as the boy I saw from the swing sailed through the air, arms outstretched, and with a flick of his wrist, released the ball he'd been aiming in an arc, I almost thought it would go in, but alas it did not. His face showed no signs of frustration; he was back in the game. I watch him elude his opponents, could see him close to achieving his goal only for chance to be stolen by his opponent. He did not spare it a thought as he chased him down, guarding him with such intensity, with such burning passion in his eyes. Mitsui. Could that be perhaps, his name?
10 minutes late. Little by little, those who stood with me started to disappear. They left, taking the hands of their parents, and their parents welcoming theirs, I began to wonder what it would have been like to have a family all over again. There is not much that I know, but I do know this. My mother left me and my father for another man, my dad is somewhere abroad looking for a job, and so here I am. Do not cry! Quick! Blink. Blink. Think of something, anything, even everything. Stop the tears from running.
"Are you crying?" What kind of question is that, Mitsui? My head remained low and bowed, the bangs of my hair framing my face, hiding my eyes. "My aunt's late." It was a lie, a white lie. He need not know of that. I raised my hand to wipe the tears that escaped my guard, but he already had his hand at the back of my neck, bowing it lower, and instead I took my sleeve to dry it. "Finally, you're catching up."
15 minutes late. "Hisashi!" I saw him turn; smile, and run towards a certain lady I presumed to be his mom. In his haste he forgot his bag. He rushed back to get it, sparing me a wave and a smile. The gate closed right behind him.
Hisashi. That was his name. "Karin!" That's me. Finally. My Aunt's head rose from the car, and a wave of relief washed over me. I took my bag, crossed the street with her, back to the same car I rode this morning, to the same street we passed by on the way to school, to the same house I now live in, to the same room I now sleep in.
I touched the sleeve of my uniform and found it dry. He was the reason I stopped crying. He was the something, the anything, and the everything that made me forget. He was Mitsui Hisashi.
Hmm.. now you know at least one of the not so good things about her, and one of these is impatience. It might sound like 5 minutes and she's complaining? But I think I'm just trying to apply a bit of humanity in here, I don't want her to be the almost too good to be real character… we need a balance… anyways, please review! Thanks you as always for taking the time to read…
