The light and the clock that ticked beside you had caused the following events that consisted of getting out of bed, taking off your pyjamas and then putting on your school uniform. It was tiring and cold as well. You had to take a longing gaze back to your bed to really decipher whether you should go back in or leave the room.

You had grabbed your school bag and left your hair down, messy from the bed as you walked through to the kitchen to grab your lunch and leave. The apartment was empty, no one else lived here besides yourself. It was littered with a couple of empty noodle cups and dirty plates sat in the sink as well. There was limited light in the apartment, one large window next to the front door where you had your laptop charging on the floor below it. There was one couch, the one your mother helped move in when you came here. There was a small fridge as well, the stove and a microwave.

Down the small hall, you had your bedroom, another spare room and then a bathroom too. The washing was done at the laundromat every week and your parents enjoyed themselves in Tokyo and then wherever else they decided to travel to next. They helped you pay as long as you behaved at school.

You'd grab your shoes, placing them on and then lock the door behind you and walk down the steps of the building, you headed towards school; Johzenji High, and swap your shoes at the shoe locker. Misaki Hana happened to meet you there and you greeted her kindly to which she smiled back, "Morning, [Name]."

Her hair was short, brown and ended before her shoulders while her short bangs ended before her eyebrows. Her eyes were a similar colour and she smiled so sweetly that you couldn't help reciprocate the action, she then waited for you and led you to your class in Class 6 of the third year block. You followed her inside and she greeted her classmates just like she had with you, it was here when you realised that you wanted nothing more than to just go back to bed.

You wanted to see him again and you wanted to talk to him as well. You wanted to hear what he had to say to you, what he wanted to ask and you wanted to see him smiling again as well. It annoyed you because of how fond of him you had grown. You didn't want to be like this, always wanting to sleep just so you could freely talk to him with nothing else that mattered but after almost a month of talking to him, this is the result.

You sat down in the chair of your desk and pulled out a notebook, laying out a single pen for the class and then you were leaning across your desk to rest your face in your arms as you hair enveloped your face, hiding you from your classmates. You could hear Misaki talking with the other students and her voice seemed to calm you as you rested, she knew you were tired as this is what always happened on a Monday, it would happen again throughout the week.

"Hey [Name]-chan.. You're alright?" Her voice was closer to you now and it sounded as if she had leaned down to speak in a low whisper, she saw your head move, nodding towards her and she sat in a chair besides you, her desk being the one next to you so she could also drag it to connect it to yours.

"I don't know what to do [Name]-chan.." She was softly spoken and quiet, leaning her elbows over your desk so she didn't have to raise her voice and you turned your head to face her, squinting an eye open so you could catch the worrisome look upon her face, her smile appeared strained a little and her bright eyes were looking out the window over your head with a neutral look, "The boys in the club are so.. They're really free, I guess."

"They only ever really do 2 on 2 and they're really easy-going, it's like they don't care."

"That sounds like a nice club.." Your voice was a little scratchy and she glanced down at you and observed the calm look that graced your features, resting so casually in class and she reply, "It won't be nice when they lose in a competition, you know the Interhighs are coming and it's the third years last time to play unless they win."

"Maybe the captain should be more strict.."

Her head tilted a little, she was thinking about something deeply before sighing as her eyes closed softly, "He can't control those second years, [Name]-chan.." It seemed as if she was close to throwing in the towel, the situation appeared to be hopeless when you watched her. Her chin was resting on her palm which in turn, squished her face and you closed your eyes again, thinking of something that could cheer her up.

"Maybe he isn't fit to be a captain then." You didn't see the way her eyes widened at your statement, thinking about the fact that you hadn't even gotten a glimpse at the team, "Or maybe.." You breathed out slowly, she saw the way your back lifted and then fell, "Maybe the team should experience a defeat so they know that they don't want to feel it again. But I wouldn't know though, I don't do sports and that stuff. I don't know that kind of disappointment."

Classes past like a blur, you were either following Misaki or she was following you and that was the gist of your friendship, she'd talk and you would listen and sometimes give your opinion to which she appreciated more than you realised. You wouldn't really say anything unless you were spoken to and then you heard the final bell.

After grabbing your school bag, Misaki stood as well and spoke timidly, "I'll see you tomorrow [Name]-chan, I'm going to go to volleyball practise.. I'll think about what you said, thank you. Be safe on your way home."

You couldn't help smiling a little and she beamed, you waved in goodbye and she left through the doors while you slung the bag onto your shoulders to walk to the shoe locker, again, you swapped the shoes on your feet and then left the building with your sights set on your apartment.

The way home was quiet, despite the chattering of students around you who wore the same uniform, after turning towards your home, you walked up the steps and got your keys form the front pocket of your bag and it was pushed into the keyhole when you twisted it and heard a click. You swung the door open, closing it behind you and you sat in front of your laptop screen to watch a movie.

It was repetitive, the way you seemed to operate when you then grabbed a cup of beef noodles, you heated up some water in the same kettle and then poured it in. You grabbed a blanket from your bed on the floor to wrap it around you and then you got back to the noodles to empty half of the water out. You got a fork, made sure it was clean and you sat on the floor before the laptop to press play.

Hours past, the night came and it was dark outside as well as in. You closed the curtain at the window and left the living room to let the clothes on your body fall to the floor. After that, you put on your pyjamas and fell back into your spot after returning back to your seat before the screen. Your phone buzzed on the floor and you reluctantly grabbed the buzzing mobile to tap the screen, your phone lighting up your face as you squinted a little from the sudden brightness.

(19:28) Mum: Hi honey, just messaging to make sure everything is okay, make sure you're eating well and you're focusing on your studies. We miss you! We'll see you soon xox

You didn't bother answering when your eyes unexpectedly fell while you leaned back to let sleep consume you.

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You stood up after having opened your eyes as you laid on the floor. It was quiet again, lonely and you moved with a feeling of heaviness in your muscles. Your felt weird, there was tingling in your limbs and you embraced it just so you could successfully control what you were doing whilst being in a deep slumber.

You saw the trees again and they seemed to move gracefully with a wind that you couldn't feel. It was as if the air was there, forcefully moving your hair but you didn't really feel the cold. You had no goosebumps and you could smile without feeling chills up your spine. You didn't know how long you there and the sky was so dark, stars glimmering when the trees moved so could see through the leaves.

It was after a few moments when another person appeared. He walked through the trees with his arms by his sides, looking around as if he was searching for someone before his two light brown eyes caught sight of your back. He couldn't help smiling, without realising that his feet had moved more rapidly when he suddenly slung a single, slender arm around your shoulders.

At the sudden contact, you flinched but turned your head to see the way he smiled, grinning while his eyes seemed to glow in the darkness. The place you were both situated in was a little odd because of the fact that there was no light but you could still see each other as light as day. There was the only stars in the sky but it was almost as if he was glowing in your eyes and whenever he was around, it only made the environment shine brighter.

"Hey, I missed you." He spoke so easily, catching you in mild surprise when a light but forceful kiss was planted on your cheek, quite close to the corner of your lips. You could feel him on you, you knew he was touching you because of the weight he placed on your shoulders but you absolutely despised the fact that you couldn't feel his warmth. You wanted to feel him, take him in and embrace him but when there was no sense of feeling, you weren't really eager to do that anymore.

"I missed you as well." He welcomed you when he watched the way you turned towards him to bury your face in his clothes on his chest. He wrapped another arm around you, squeezing you into his body while one arm rested around your shoulders and the other around your waist and you suddenly craved the idea of inhaling his scent. It was as if he was so close yet so damn far.

There was no scent, no touch; no warmth nor cold and no taste either. There was nothing within your mouth except for the flavourless saliva that was excreted from your salivary glands. He still held you so deeply into him, as if molding you into him and he couldn't stop grinning to himself.

"You must've been so bored here, by yourself." His voice vibrated through his firm chest and you placed a hand on his upper pec to back away, your eyes travelling from him torso and up to his defined jawline, his exquisite cheekbones and then to his almond eyes, "I was a little bored, I was waiting for you I guess. I was also thinking as well."

He tilted his head a little, it was hardly noticeable and his smile fell into a tender lift of his lips. It was so simple yet hypnotising as well, his small brows; the same colour as his blond hair, drew in a little and you inhaled deeply as his hand travelled down your arm so delicately so he could grasp ahold of your hand, lacing his long finger with your own and he tightened his hold.

It was almost as if connecting a puzzle piece, the one that you had no idea where it went and you were convinced that it really served no purpose, that lost puzzle piece was your own hand. The way your hand was crafted and shaped, the length of your fingers and the width of your palm, they weren't right but then he came here. As you slept and in the dreams you controlled, he strolled in like he owned the place and grabbed your hand so gently that you could've tripped over nothing and be amazed by the uncomplicated act of him managing to catch you.

He was the puzzle piece that matched with your own lost piece, the one that served no purpose. And his hands were so unbelievably perfect for yours.

"What were you thinking about? Don't think too hard though, you could get wrinkles on that adorable face." He fell forward slowly to land another tender kiss on your forehead and you closed your eyes at the contact before looking at him again, "I was thinking about my life.. I don't really like it."

"Your life? What's there not to like? You're young and pretty as well, I'm sure it isn't that bad."

He moved, taking a step forward and you followed like a magnet drawn to him, 'It's bad when this is the only thing I look forward to, just us, like this.' You wouldn't really say that out loud, at least not yet.

"Well... Thank you but don't you think it's so repetitive sometimes?"

"I mean.. I guess you're right but that's why you have friends and do things so you have no regrets, get girlfriends and boyfriends and you just do whatever you feel like." He walked slowly with your hand held tightly in his hold and you held on just as tightly. He raised your hand quickly and put a sloppy kiss on the back of your palm, grinning childishly to the slight look of disgust on your features but you smiled anyway, in turn moving your hand to rub it on his clothes as he gaped lightly to himself.

"Hmm.. You must have a nice life then, doing whatever you like. I'm not that confident." He grinned again and let go of your hand to sit before a tree. It's trunk was a dark brown, mixed with light browns and some bits were also almost red, a burgundy type dark colour that contrasted nicely with the deep green leaves that were so thick, you loved the way they all moved like waves with the wind.

Again, the wind took your hair off of your shoulder as it blew to your left and he kept staring like there was nothing in time and space except for this, "You look so stunning."

He grabbed you attention, smirking in a way he knew would make the blush evident on your cheeks turn even darker. He had spread his legs and then you were sitting in the spot where he patted the ground indicating for you to take a seat. You sat comfortably until he had his two arms wrap around your front to pull you into him, you fell back and rested on his torso and his face nuzzled into the top of your head, inhaling deeply and a deep voice spoke slowly, so sincere that your breath ceased, "I wish I could smell you" He rubbed his cheek into your head and you grabbed his hand as he immediately entwined them again, "Feel you."

You wondered why he never replied to what you had said, about not being confident and how he must have a nice life. There were so many things that you always speculated to yourself, your beliefs on the place you visited every night in your dreams were always tangled when you were in contact with him. He had the power to make you feel so prodigiously amazing or to make you feel so damn alone when he wasn't there.

You constantly questioned why he spoke so easily to you and why he was so affectionate, like the most purest of lovers that were so great that they didn't even exist. It made you wonder if he could fathom if you really existed or not. Or maybe if he really existed or not.

"I wish I could feel you so badly."

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