~~It's like trying to reach a far-away dream.

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Chapter 9

Drawing a picture in a canvas inside my head with an imaginary brush, I can't stop thinking.

I can't stop thinking how that person looked like. That person Len mentioned.

I don't even have the slightest idea about how I end up thinking about that again and again, but here I am. I can't help it. I'm curious. Someone who gets loved by that nice kind of person must be a real perfect. He said he loves seeing her, hearing her, everything from her, practically.

I think the way he said 'It doesn't count as love' is a mere denial from the truth that he loves her. That's the reason why I'm trying to get a picture of that so-perfect-so-lucky person, just curious.

And when I'm actually being pathetic, denying the fact that I'm…

Jealous.

Why should I get jealous? I really have no reason for that. Except if it's true that I start to like him more than before.

What have I gotten into…? Falling in love isn't my planning at all. If I can choose, I'd rather stay this way, not having that feeling called 'love'. It sound complicated.

Sometimes, it's seen on the news—people committed suicide only because of love. Is it true people couldn't live without someone she or he loves? Isn't there someone else to be loved?

That's why, complicated. It's better to be free, not tied with the 'love' word.

But it doesn't always get interpreted like that, right? What about that love a mother gives to her child? And human's life is also made by love.

And finally, I get that conclusion that I won't understand 'love' better if I keep on thinking inside my head, not asking somebody else or doing some observation (like, observing people dating? But then they'll think I'm a creeper, right?). I think it's better if I ask someone's opinion about this, and the first person that comes into my mind is Miku.

Finally, a break from the tiring school day and what's good is; the next day is still Sunday. And even better if the weather reflects that joy.

Sunny Saturday is a great day. Today Miku let me to go to her house, seems like she's feeling good. Mentally, I mean.

Since that time when the whole class had dinner together in the restaurant, Miku starts to open herself to people more. And the best thing is, she smiles more often, and it's not a sad smile. A real, pure smile from her heart.

I'm happy to see that, but is that all I can do until now?

"Rin-chan? You've been standing at that spot for a long time, why don't you just take a seat?" Miku snaps me out from my thought by an offering.

I give her a sheepish laugh, "Okay, Miku-chan." I take a seat on the couch in her living room, then resume talking. "How does everything go until now?"

"Everything what?" She asks back while tidying up the messy table. I manage to see something on the table—a plate with spring onions on it. Was she cooking on the table in the living room?

"Everything in your life." I answer with a smile, even though she won't see me.

She puts away the things, then comes back and sits next to me, a sketch book is in her hand. "Much better since you started to befriend me, Rin-chan. I… I always by myself before that, avoiding people. Though actually we can't live alone, right? You're the one who make me realize that behind a loss, something better must be there." Putting the book in her lap, she smiles at me and says, "Thank you very much, Rin-chan."

"Uh… I really didn't do anything, Miku-chan." I quickly wave my hands, a 'no-no' motion.

"You do, Rin-chan." She says calmly and picks up the sketch book then grabs a pencil from the table. "You do many things to me, and I'm really glad that you do…"

She opens the book. A picture of a girl playing with an boy (this boy is still unfinished) gets revealed instantly.

"Miku-chan! That picture is good!" I say as soon as my eyes land on the picture.

"I know it is." She says calmly with that nostalgic voice. "He drew it."

I can feel my happy face gets replaced with a look of sympathy. "Oh… But it's still good." I say.

Miku starts to sketch more things on the boy, "And to think that he drew this more than 2 years ago. It was really impressive, indeed. He was always better than me. And now, with this, I'll show him that I can be better than him." She says with a smile of satisfactory on her face.

I smile at her spirit, never see her this enthusiast before.

But hadn't he... Died?

Pushing that thought away, I take a look at Miku again. However, she doesn't look back at me—she's too busied with her work. Then my eyes fall to the book she's drawing on. That drawing…

Contrasting the happy-looking people in the drawing, I just smile sadly looking at it.

~~I seriously didn't read this before uploading... I get lost...