Author note: Well, I guess I haven't updated in a while, and I myself am surprised. I have anticipated writing this chapter since I started this story, and finally, I have begun.
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It was dark and dripping in the station, nothing like it was ten years ago. It seemed to be somewhat fixed up, but the repairs were unfinished, and what seemed to have been repaired, seemed to be falling apart. The best way to describe the place would be simply: a mess.
But she didn't care.
What memories it brought back. The girl who had first arrived at this platform was a sad, lonely girl, only just returned to Japan from Italy; a reject who was just looking to get away from the social vacuum she was in at school.
She removed her hat (I don't know where the hat came from) and smiled. It was good to be home again.
Another train raced by, blowing her long hair into her face. It was peaceful down there, a real sanctuary for the mind, body, and soul. She sighed softly and wondered what she was doing there. What had caused her to think of Shibuya suddenly? Last time she came back, she went straight home, and didn't think of…him.
She shivered and pulled her thin sweatshirt closer. It was early summer and she was cold? But still, being underground the heat didn't exactly embrace her. Yet, she knew she wasn't shivering from cold. There was a presence behind her. She could sense it. Slowly, she turned around and searched the empty halls of the abandoned station, but she found nothing, until she looked up.
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He had been watching her for what seemed hours now, taking in every detail. Measuring her changes, watching her every familiar movement. It was her all right.
When he had first entered the station after spotting her, he had wanted to run down and let her acknowledge him, but after seeing her alone and clearly, he stopped. She was a sight to behold-a young and natural beauty. He had his doubts about her identity for a while because of her changed appearance.
The girl from ten years ago had long, straight blonde hair, almost stringy and childish. This girl's…woman's…locks were slightly darker, almost caramel, with delicate curves, and a flawless shine. Her height seemed a little shorter, but that was probably comparison-he had grown much taller. But her figure…she was undoubtedly a young woman now, slender, elegant, and a waist he could just imagine his arms fit around.
Would she still accept him? Like him? Would she know him? She, the beautiful swan, and he still the ugly duckling. She would think them too odd a pair.
Pair? What was he thinking? Since when were they…a group? An item? His mind would not admit it, but in his heart, he had already seen them together from the moment he set foot down the path to Shibuya.
He leaned on the wall at the top of the stairs, wondering when he would have enough guts to go down there and look her in the face. But apparently, he didn't have to have any courage at all, for in the next moment, she bowed her head and turned around, looking around for a few seconds before finally raising her head, and staring him in the eyes. The look on her face was unforgettable.
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Author's note: I want to continue writing this chapter, but with my short chapter streak, I think I'll wait for next chapter. In the meantime, please R&R.