Chapter 27: Sigh

Hello there again~! Looks like on this chapter we'll be spending some time with Miki… and perhaps a surprise visit from Piko? Who knows? Well, I do, because I'm the writer, but you get what I mean. Let's just start this before I start typing even dumber things.

Miki's POV~~~

My sighing won't stop.

I've been sighing as I walk to school, sighing in class, and sighing as I drag myself home alone.

I don't even have a reason to be this sad. It's pointless and stupid.

And I have this feeling that I'm bringing down everyone's mood around me. Maybe that's why that white cat is always running away from me. Ever since I met it back around Halloween, it's just been disappearing from my sight as soon as my eyes come across it. Why am I bothered by it? I have no idea.

See? Even just a stray cat is making me sigh again.

I twirl my pink mechanical pencil in around in my hand and look up to see Mrs. Megurine talking about trigonometry, which is what I'm supposed to be thinking about. But just like half of the class, I'm not. As I have many times before, I look back quickly and find blue eyes looking my way. That white hair is enough for me to turn back around like my eyes are on fire and focus on the board.

Those eyes were probably staring at the girl behind me, Miku Hatsune.

Well, at least I encouraged him to go after her after I declined the offer. Who knows, maybe Miku and Piko make a great match. They're both extremely talented and Miku's outgoing personality might bring him out more.

I'm so happy for the two of them.

I let out another sigh and move my hands across my forehead to brush aside my bangs.

Lunch~~~

"You're still sad?" Teto asks me as I sit myself down on our usual spot. I nod and try to contain a sigh, but it ends up leaving my lips. Teto frowns at my answer and tries to inspect my face. Her eyes move up to mine and she locks her gaze. "What is it about?"

"I have no idea," I say, giving a careless shrug and returning my gaze towards my food. I really don't feel like having this conversation.

"What do you mean?" Gumi asks, confused. I shrug again.

"It's pointless," I respond and sigh. "Don't worry about it; I'll be okay."

I hear Teto sigh but pick up her chopsticks. Gumi looks over at me and gives me a sympathetic smile and then looks back at Teto.

This conversation is officially over.

After School~~~

Unlike many teenage girls my age, I don't go and post a status on Vocaloidpage that I'm feeling miserable. People don't "like" it and comment on how they feel sorry for me when honestly, they really don't care.

Instead, I decide to take a small walk around a park nearby my house.

It's been snowing quite a while now, so the snow isn't so fresh as it used to be. Children's footprints are stamped all over the place and mud is put in the mixture. But another layer of snow soon comes back. Ice crystals form from water vapor and snowflakes begin to fall. Over some time they join together and become bigger and bigger.

It's funny how a bunch of colorless ice crystals can make beautiful scenery. Scenery pretty enough to take pictures of. But after a while everything just seems so dull and repetitive.

I drop my hands to my side and place my camera back inside my bag. I continue walking around until I see a swing set. I walk towards the vacant swings and brush away any snow on the black seat.

The handles are awfully cold, but I focus my mind on swinging back and forth. I grip tighter as I start swinging higher and higher, snowflakes falling gently on my face.

"Worrying is like a rocking chair- it gives you something to do but it doesn't get you anywhere," Van Wilder once said. I remember this because SoundlessVoice09 told me this the other day. We haven't talked much because I've been feeling really tired. No, tired isn't the word for it. Dazed? Alone? Sad?

Nothing matches up to what I'm feeling at the moment.

Stop with all this negativity already, geez.

Before I know it, I lose control of the swing and slip off, face-planting myself on the snow. I sit up and brush aside the snow from my face. I place my arms in front of my knees and look down at the small patch of snow left.

Just how long have I been like this? And even though I keep running after the reason to my sighs, the answer flies away right before my eyes.

Then, just as I feel my eyes starting to sting, he suddenly appears. As I look up with wet eyes, the tears glaze my vision and the boy looks very similar to someone. I try and rub my eyes quickly, embarrassed that I'm being seen like this.

The boy gives me a cheeky smile and extends his hand out towards me.

His words come out soft and slow:

"If you'll let me, I can help you become happy again."

I take his hands and stand up, meeting his blue eyes. And just then I figure out who he is.

I'm afraid that the words will stick to my mouth from how dry it is, but they flow out:

"I trust you."

Before I even have time to process it all in my mind, I find myself smiling again. We share small jokes and talk about the most random things, usually getting into deep conversations but then awkwardly bursting into laughter. He laughs lightly at the soup on my face and gently wipes it away for me. We then go away from the sidewalk café and get some hot coffee to enjoy while walking around.

I cup the cup of French vanilla coffee in my right and hold a brown teddy bear with my left hand as we approach the park again. More people are around now that it's closer to night, but it's mostly couples.

"I hope you don't mind me asking, but why were you crying earlier?"

The question knocks me out of my thoughts and I turn back to the white haired boy beside me. He looks at my shocked face and smiles softly at me.

"You don't have to tell me."

"No, it's alright," I quickly say and look back at my coffee. "I really don't have a reason to be sighing so much. I've just been awfully lonely lately."

He nods and looks down at his coffee too.

"In fact, I'm surprised that you're even talking to me. I mean, I just rejected your date offer so suddenly," I say, my eyes falling down towards the ground.

"Au contraire, mon cheri," he answers, "everything's alright with me. And it's pretty fun talking to you. I don't normally talk this much to others."

Am I the only person who sees this side of him?

"I'm sorry for being so troublesome," I say, shame burning my face. "I don't know why I've become like this."

He laughs, which surprises me. Why would he be laughing at a time like this?

"There's no need to be sorry. You've just lost track of common, everyday things that can bring happiness."

He looks up at the sky with a dazed look in his eyes as if he's somewhere else. It's as if his mind isn't in this dull city, but somewhere beautiful and fascinating. He turns his eyes to me and I feel a spark ignite inside me as I feel his look remain the same. He's staring lovingly into my eyes, as if I'm one of the most remarkable people he's ever met.

…I've never had this feeling before.

"You can find happiness everywhere, Miki. You've just got to change your perspective. Now come on, show me that beautiful smile of yours."

My eyes widen at the words. They are just that-words. But it's the feeling behind them that makes my eyes water again. That was the final clod of dirt I needed to bury my sighs.

When I return to my house, I feel in a better mood than how I felt when I stepped out. I smile as the warm heat wraps itself around me and I hang my coat on a hanger on the wall. The house is quiet with a stream of do-wop music playing softly in a room.

I walk up to my room and think over the whole evening and all that happened. It was all so quick and some part of me is doubting that it even happened. And whenever his face flashes into my mind, I get this nagging feeling inside...like I know him from somewhere else.

And then all those times appear fresh and new to my mind.

The Halloween party and the game show…

He was dressed as the guy from the Phantom of the Opera. That voice who sang so lovely sounds so much like his. He knew all my answers to the game show. I talked with him so easily today. It felt like I was face to face with SoundlessVoice09. I felt so at ease and comfortable around him…

Can he be SoundlessVoice09?

Finally someone makes a breakthrough! Anyways, short chapter, I know, but I just felt like writing a small one for this song reference chapter. Can you guess what song I was using?

Oh and before I forget- I remembered about the whole poll on Luka, Aito and Kaito. Luka x Aito is winning by 9 votes, so I think they're the most preferred couple. I also want to see which couple everyone prefers reading about, so I'm going to go make another poll~

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