Snow flakes fell silently everywhere and the night was glamorously lit up in orange and yellow. From a distant, the bells chimed softly as the cold sank through my thick winter clothings. A pair of hands enveloped me into a hug and I was instantly warmed up. I looked up into those sapphire blue eyes and I was lost in them, tugging at his coat we got closer, and then I felt his warm lips on mine.
A faint smell of tobacco lingered in the background, but the kiss took over all my senses. My tongue tasted his tongue. My lips smoothened by his lips. My skin brushed against his skin, and then - I woke up.
Haruka dropped out of her chair and yelled at Teru in dismay, 'You woke up, AT THAT MOMENT?!'
Teru pursed her lips in protest, 'It's not like I didn't want to find out how that would feel like. I think I woke up because - I never kissed anyone before!'
Haruka nodded understandingly, 'Of course the best way to prevent such unwanted endings is wonderful dreams is to get the first hand experience.' Teru blushed and waved her hands frantically, 'No way! There's no way a girl should initiate the kiss!' Haruka and Teru dabbled with their conflicting theories about kissing for some time, and then the bell rang and the impromptu meeting was dismissed.
Still feeling unsatisfied, and sorely tempted to just take on Haruka's belief, she decided to confide in the person she had the most trust in.
'Dear Daisy, I dreamt of a kiss with someone I'm in love with. But it was an incomplete dream, and my friend had insisted on a suggestion for the dream to have a complete ending. I'm a hundred percent occupied by the thoughts right now, and am uncertain what to do. Could you offer some advise? Teru'
Kurosaki walked straight into a wall and drew the attention of passing students, snickering at his clumsy display. He thought to himself that it was probably a good thing to run head on into the wall, a superior choice considering that he was blushing fuschia red when that happened. When he read her ominous message. What is she thinking, send me such a message! Argh, this is pure torture!'
Of course, he knew that she was clueless about his identity and her trust in 'Daisy' made it too easy for her to share her secrets. Not knowing who she is sharing it with. He did feel that there were times when she did know, but was simply testing the waters. Like, this ambiguous text.
He walked into a book store and mindlessly browsed through magazines, his thoughts in complete disarray as he tried to formulate a decent reply. Teru text was certainly not within his expectation, is that a question you would ask an older brother figure? Was it not the sort of question shared between girls? And what would validate as a decent reply - he's having all kinds of trouble trying to handle emotions of his own!
Just as he left the book store feeling dejected, he noticed a couple kissing before the brightly lit Christmas tree. The festive mood was up in the air and perhaps that was how Teru conjured the strange dream. Watching the happy couples stroll on the streets set in a longing desire and he felt that he could understand Teru's feelings behind her peculiar dream. It was a contagious season and happiness seem to permeate through the air everywhere you turn.
'Dear Teru, there is no need to feel the pressure or rush when it comes to delicate feelings like this. I understand your anxiety, and when you are in love, the other person begins to occupy your thoughts. Let things flow naturally, and the person on your mind might surprise you on their own accord. Won't that be pleasant and less pressurizing? Daisy'