Prologue
If I hadn't met you that day...
I don't think I would have
Felt this bitterness.
This pain.
This sadness
Cried this much.
But.
If I hadn't met you...
This happiness.
This joy.
This love.
This warmth.
I wouldn't have known that either.
Today, I'm going to look through my tears and up at the sky
Look to the sky.
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Chapter One- A smile
"God, I am so hungry♪♪"
Finally lunch time. Felt like I'd been waiting forever.
Same as always, Mika put
her lunchbox on her desk and opened it.
School is a drag
The only thing I like about it is eating with Aya and Yuka, my friends from class.
--Mika Tahara--
She's a freshman, who started at this school in April.
It hasn't even been three month
since she got here.
She's met some people she likes and gets along with. She's had some pretty good times.
She's short.
And stupid.
And not that pretty
Doesn't have any special talents.
Or even know what's she wants to do with herself after graduation.
Bright, tea-colored hair she dyed right after she got here.
She's wearing a little makeup, but it looks strange on her, especially at this time of day.
She stumbled out of middle school and right into average.
She had normal friends.
She had normal crushes.
She dated three guys.
I don't know if that's normal, or what.
But, what I know is normal,
is that those relationships all ended fast. That's what she's saying.
She doesn't know real love.
All she knows is how to fool around,
Just that.
Love...
Who needs it?
It was right then...
I met you.
Mika's life: she expected it would end in the same boring way it had begun. Meeting you was going to change all that.
Like always, Mika and Aya and Yuka
wolf down their food.
Why is it everyone gets so quiet when they eat?
The classroom door rattles open,
A guy with one hand in his pocket
walks over
to the three of them.
That guy, he stands in front of them
And he starts talking. Casually.
"Hey! My name's Nozomu. I'm in the class next door. You heard of me?"
The three girls look at each other.
They pretend they don't know what he's talking about.
Just keep eating their lunches.
Since I'd gotten to school, I'd heard a lot of rumors about Nozomu.
A player.
A flirt.
A playboy
It seemed like he was walking around school
with a different girl on his arm every day.
"Watch out for Nozomu!"
"If he's got his eye on you, you don't stand a chance."
Didn't somebody tell me that...?
He's got a well-proportioned face
on a tall body.
Highlights in his hair,
styled with wax for that "casual" look.
Eyes looking right at you, like they could see... something.
He's got the right stuff for getting girls. There's no question about that.
The problem is his personality.
Maybe... if he was a little more serious...
With all those rumors floating around. I don't even need to tell you I'm not interested.
The three girls continue eating their lunches, pretending they haven't even noticed him.
"Hey, now. You're ignoring me? Let's be friends. ♪ Come on, give me your number."
His insistence makes me thirsty.
Mika, annoyed, grabbing a bottle of barley tea in one hand
gulping it all down.
"What do you think I'm going to do? It's cool. Just tell me your number."
There's silence
Suddenly, Aya breaks it.
Mika and Yuka, looking at each other in disbelief.
Aya gives him her number
with a smile.
It's hard to believe this is happening.
I wait until Nozomu has left the room, all puffed up and full of himself.
Then turning to Aya, blurting out:
"Why would you give your number to a guy like that? He's trouble."
Aya responds to Mika's worry, like it's no big deal.
"What can I say? I like cute guys. Ha."
Aya's a mature, beautiful woman.
She's stylish and her best feature is
her long hair, a little wavy, and the red-brown of tea.
She's got bad luck with guys. All the ones she's dated are just playing with her...
That's why, even when she gets a boyfriend, it's just a few dates, quick break-up, repeat.
"Aya. Don't get serious with a guy like that."
To Yuka, with the serious face
Aya turns and lightly replies.
"Don't worry about it."
School lets out.
I go home, and lay around in my room, watching TV.
That's when...
♪Ring♪
The ring echoes through the room.
There's no name on the caller id.
It's from a number that's not in my phone.
I wonder who it is...
I pick-up to find out.
"Hello...?"
"..."
... silence.
I say it with a little more self-assurance.
Probably a wrong number.
On the other end of the line, I can faintly hear
The Nozomu who hits on all the girls? That Nozomu?
The guy who got Aya's number today... That Nozomu?
I start to panic.I can't find the words to reply.
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