words, written by yours truly

That day, a boy sat with his back leaned against the rooftop metal door. For once, the early April sky wasn't blue and scattered with cherry blossom petals, but gray like it was mourning for something. "We have actually gone through that procedure, huh," she said, her gaze distant to somewhere around the rooftop. Once again, she was settled between his arms circled around her while she leaned her back against his chest. He didn't say anything. Just watched her at her side profile, occasionally...

He stared out the window from his seat. Closing his eyes to enjoy the late warmth of the sun as it set under the horizon. The fifth period ended and suddenly the room burst in sound. His ear catches the sound of scratching chair legs, hurried steps, zipping of bags and after-school talks. Then, he heard his name called by the teacher as he put his textbooks in his bag. His gaze flicked up and the man with glasses smiled at him. “Good job for today too, Hirata-kun. It seems like your grade has g...

It's at the dead of eventide when he strolled the sidewalk beside the big ring road around the island. Beside him, on the right, is the sea, it glows iridescent blue under the moonlight as the waves gently tap the concrete beneath him. He's in here, means something is happening, but the calmness of the sea doesn't mirror quite nicely with his own feelings. His step came to a halt when he saw a bus stop right in front of him. A cold breeze envelops him for a split second, enough to make his body...

It's late in autumn as a cold breeze passes through my frame, my hand reaching towards the setting sun as if trying to cling to the last bit of summer. A small hand reached mine to hold it. "Let's go home," she said, standing beside me. I looked at my side and found her eyes reflecting the melancholic trees in front of us. The amber leaves blend perfectly with her iris as if she had her own little world inside her eyes. "You've always liked autumn, don't you?" I asked. She seems puzzled at fir...