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I dive into a sea of memories,

and collect the pieces of our love.

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White. Was the colour of the walls that surrounded everyone, prison made for birds who tried to be tamed by others.
Everywhere the eyes land was nothingness, just white walls around everyone.
Humanity. An animal that can't find joy in life without sacrifice. Equality is an illusion created by the weak to cover the darkside of the harsh world.
Trying to cover the ugly true of the world even the earth where everyone is living is cruel yet beautiful.

People calling for a hero of justice but the truth is That even if someone had a bit of power over others; this person would abuse it and control everyone instead of helping and turning the hopeful dreams true for a better future.

Yes. An egoistic and self-centred beast is humanity. Is it made like this? Or was it born from nature?

Fact is, evil is not born. Everyone is innocent the day they take their first breaths and turn through experience to who they are.

Yet everyone decide for themselves if they wanna swim with the mass or be a rare breed of humanity's kind.

A world where no one is hurt?
A world of peace and good-hearted people?
No, two-faced people,
no injustice, no pain.

"Ah, this would be a lovely."
Y/N mumbled as she looked out the window - watching the passing cars while she listened to music.

Sitting in the back of the bus and enjoying the quiet atmosphere before her life will start to trouble her.
Other students were sitting a few seats away from her and watched an old lady who couldn't hold herself on her legs while no one was standing up to give her their seat.

Y/N saw everything, yet she stayed in the background. She knew that someone would stand up sooner or later. If not, then she would do it.

Observation was a useful tool to find out how the people around her are, if they had empathy or not, how they react, and what they say.
Little details could tell you more from a person than large information.

But Y/N didn't care.

The sun was shining brighter today than the past few days. A baby blue sky was seen while the temperature got higher with each month, making it clear that summer was getting closer.

Winter. Was her favourite month, the snow, the sparkling stars, and the lovely atmosphere of love and warmth.

For just a moment, closing her eyes to take a short nap until she arrived at the elite school.

Just for a moment.

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White walls,

a bright light.

Just white.

Other kids were standing next to her, and an older man was before them and talking.

She couldn't understand what he was talking about, yet a warm feeling was spreading through her right hand.
She looked down and saw a boy her age falling on the floor and grabbing her hand.

He was sick. But why? Why was he sick?
Why does no one help him?

Y/N knees beside him and tries to help him.
"Help, he needs help."
Her eyes were filled with tears, and her heart was aching from the pain.

Even the older man just watched and didn't move a finger when a hand was grabbing her shoulder and pulled her away from the boy in front of her.

"Y/N. Come here."

A voice. A voice that signalled her to trust it. Home. This was the feeling she felt as she heard the voice.

Turning her head up to see who was the owner of the voice, her eyes meet his.

His eyes.

They were light brown with hazel colour pieces and amber.

Yes, they shine just like Amber.

Amber.

"Y/N."

His voice called her again.

"Y/N, wake up."

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Her eyes opened when she saw that she was the only one on the bus.
Her legs immediately walked her out the bus and headed towards where the other students were.
Rubbing her eyes and looking up, there was the school building in all her glory.

"Is this a prison or a school?"
She mumbles as she puts her backpack on her back and follows the other students.

Thinking about home; she can always see the sad face of her mother and the proud one of her older brother when they got the news that a Elite School like this wanted Y/N without even making a application.
Something was wrong, truly it was.
Who can go to an Elite school without paying something for it?
No one.

"This school will be the death of me."
She mumbled under her breath as she saw how the other students were.

Y/N could immediately guess that all here are fake, her intuition said it to her.

After a few minutes, she arrived at the classroom 1 - D, where her future will lay next year's.
Taking a deep breath, she stepped inside of it and saw some students were already at their seats.
The girl was looking around and took the almost last desk. No one was sitting behind her yet, but she felt already eyes on her.

A girl with black hair and red eyes were looking at her.
She ignored the girl and already had a notebook out and a pen, having it ready when the class started.
Looking bored out the window next to her and enjoying the music she listened to - her body didn't feel the presence of another student who sat behind her.
He was even walking slowly to take a good look on the girl who was sitting without care in front of him.

His eyes widen at the girl a bit, yet he reminds his monotonic self.

After a few minutes, a boy named Hirata started to introduce himself, and the other followed his idea to introduce themselves.
Y/N stopped her music and put her phone in her jacket pocket while she listened to the introducted, unknown to her, that someone was already sitting behind her.

Maybe it was the lack of sleep that she didn't sense him yet or he was just good in being very quiet.
Not so long, and the poor girl needed to say hello to everyone.

'Why is everyone staring at me? Let's make it quick.'

Y/N stood up and turned slightly so her back was not turned to anyone because this would be rude.
"Hello everyone!
I'm Y/N L/N. Nice to meet you. I hope our school years will be filled with adventures and good times."

'This was not so good..'

Cursing herself mentally and letting the others start to clap for her terrible introduction.
She sits back down as Hirata points at someone behind her.
Y/N turns back a bit and sees a boy with brown hair and amber eyes.
His expression could rival against all serious in the world, kinda of funny.

Yet something was eyes catching.
Indeed, it was his eyes.
Amber.
Like the boy in her dreams who appears so long.
He seems familiar. Maybe his similarities with the boy made her believe to know him.
She sighed slightly as she watched him introduce himself.

Standing in front of her and looking a bit around when his eyes catch hers for a moment, he starts to speak:
"Uh... Um... I'm Ayanokōji Kiyotaka.
Uh... I look forward to studying with you. Ah, um... I'm not good at anything in particular. Uh... I'll work hard to get along with everyone."

Everyone starts to clap as Y/N giggles a bit at his introduction.

'Ladies and gentleman, the most laziest introduction you could offer'

She hides her mouth behind her hand while she giggles when a voice catches her guard.

"L/N, was it?"

Turning her head back to see Hirata standing next to her desk.
"I hope we will become good friends and with you as well Ayanokouji - Kun."
She was a bit surprised at the boy and looked back at the brunette behind her.
When Ayanokouji nodded and Hirata walked away with a small smile, the girl smiled at the brunette.

"By the way, where did you learn this?"
She asks him jokely and looks at his face when she sees that he doesn't have any reaction, she knew that he is different.

"I know that I blew it."
He tells her while his amber eyes don't look away from her for a moment.

His stare was intense, yet she pushed this feeling away and nodded slightly.
"I blew it too, yet I must say yours were more funny. Nonetheless, you can call me Y/N, I prefer first names more than being called by my last name."
She tells him with a soft smile and sees that he nods, but before he could say something else, their teacher came in.
Y/N turned towards the tutor and didn't look back.
Kiyotaka watches Y/N as he thinks about something.

'I wonder if she remembers me sooner or later..'

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Sometimes not knowing something is a blessing itself yet at the same time a curse.

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Author - Note

I got so excited and posted the prologue before the start day from the story.

I hope you like the prologue!
So when you like it, then leave a vote and a comment what your opinion about the prologue is and what you think will happen in the story.

For what reason is Y/N in the Elite School?

P.S. votes and comments make me motivated, and so I will update faster.
After all, the audience is important 🥰

Your Author - Chan Ilyria_3