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It was a frightful night. She was
all alone in a quiet, grim night. She peddled her way up up Maruyama Lane,
Shibuya, but somehow stopped outside the heavy oak door of a place she never
been before.
She
closed her eyes,
Where am I?
The
deadly silence, the eerie surrounding frightened her dreadfully,
She
let out a dishearten sigh,
Safe me...
She
whispered to herself, turning around, and leaned back against the cold brick
wall, she felt her body jerked when her arm accidently ran against a sharp
edge. She looked at the blood stain over the scar she just had.
Oh
gosh, how she was relieved when she realized that it was just her own
imagination, her own nightmare; messing up her own intensity, she had a short
sigh,
“It
was just my...”
but
before she could finish what she wanted to say, the wind blew gruesomely
towards her.
She
squinted her eyes shut, preventing the dust to flow inside her eyesight, she
felt something, or someone walked up
to her, pushing her behind for a short time. She lost her breath for a few
second.
What?!
She
opened her eyes wide,
“What
was that,” she looked around, towards both of her sides, searching if there was
somebody close enough to give her a hand, but there was no sound of any living
human, nor creature there,
The
world was still silent.
Just
silent.
“I’m
alone...” she groaned, but she hear what sounds like footsteps nearby her side.
Her pulse picks up speed,
Footsteps...
She
closed her eyes again, blocking everything that came across her head.
It’s nothing, she told herself, gasping
intensely for some air to breathe, she decided to open her eyes again,
I’m just imagining things,
She repeated that line over and over again for
sometimes, gripping her fist tighter, trying to give herself courage open her
eyes again,
but
then the old steel board nearby her creaked once,
twice,
and
again for the third time.
Her
heart shrunk and stopped beating for a moment as time passed by.
She
took a deep breath before deciding to open her eyes, biting her lower lips, but
without any aware of, it started to bleeds.
She
felt the pain. Her pulse skips a beat when she knows that she was not on her
own.
She
knew that she was all unaccompanied from the very beginning, she tried to give
herself strength to be strong, and somehow, the only thing that was running
through her mind was only,
Fear.
Fear
of a man she wanted to see.
Awkwardly;
also
a little craved to be with.
She
was buried alive with her own fear.
She
eased onto her feet, straining to hear, but her heart pounded so loudly in her
ears and she was not sure if she was breathing or gasping for air.
She
tried to kneel down, but accidently ran her arm on a sharp corner of a wooden
plank, and it started to bleed again,
continuously
this time.
Her
eyes jerked to the gilded Oak doors when a gust of wind hurled them wide open.
She
was in a complete terror, as she fell down onto the ground, she heard the
footsteps walking out from the building she was leaning against few moments
ago.
The
footsteps are getting closer.
Much
closer.
She
felt that her heart started to pumped up, swiftly. Even if it was such a cold
night, she felt her sweats lingered down her neck.
She
looked straight at the open door;
she
couldn't hold it back any longer, when her tears ran down her cheeks.
She
shut her eyes tight.
The
strong wind blew passed by her again, she still felt the blood from her
previous scar still falling down, wiping it away.
She
tried to wipe the blood stain from her hand on her faded blue jeans, but
suddenly,
she
felt a touch, gripping her hand away,
What was that?
She
thought when her eyes was still sealed shut, she have to know what was going
on,
she
took a deep breath in, as she opened her eyes a little.
It was nothing, she said on her own.
She
let out a small sigh again, relieved that she was there on her own, "I'm
safe," she mumble herself, but without any further notice, she felt
someone was caressing her palm her palm that was stained with her blood,
She
looked what was there, but it seemed like it was in a distance sight, she saw a
pair of frightening, solemn red eyes, looking straight into her eyes.
She
fell silent, she didn't even blink an eye, she felt her heart shrieked down.
How her heart urged to move away, but she couldn't even move a muscle, her
weight turned too heavy for ever to even scream.
"It
hurts," she whined, but did he even hear her? "Let me go!" she
screamed again, but still no sound was heard
The
hand that was gripping her palm a moment ago, moved in a distance flash when it
wrapped both of his arms behind her back,
At
that second, she felt that she couldn't even breathe anymore,
"Please,
I'm begging you," she cries, but was ignored,
"Please
let me go," she said again, pleading to be sympathize, but what was she
even thinking about??
She
felt his breathing was heavy for a moment, as if like his lust has turned where
about, he hold her closer in his arms,
"Where
are you going, my love?" he said, but her brain went totally blank on what
should she even say to him, she touched his hand,
But
before she could even think, he...
“NO!!!!”
she shrieked unexpectedly, clenching her fist tighter, she opened her eyes
wide, breathing uncontrollably, but with the sound of birds twitching outside
her room, she looked towards her side, when she only saw her picture with her
friends from college, she blinked her eyes for a few times, slowly inhaling
some air, she let out a long sigh when she realized, it was just a,
“Dream,”
she said softly, closing her eyes for a few moment, she looked in front of her
sight.
How
beautiful the moon was glowing that night, it was a pity when she had that kind
of disturbance on such a dazzling sight.
She
pulled her blanket up, covering her face, while holding herself close to
herself, “Who is he?” she wondered, thinking back those eyes that was looking
at her just now, it seemed like she had seen it somewhere, but why was she not
even sure?
She
felt thing moved on her side, she looked at her side.
Miyuki
smiled a little,
“J,”
she whispers, looking at his face for sometimes, rising up her palm, caressing
his carefree soft cheek.
She
looked at the clock on her wall. It was only four fifteen in the morning. She
recalled back what actually happen a while ago, and what made this guy sleeping
next to her in his dark blue t-shirt hanging on the chair, he was actually
sleeping with only his short pants on.
**
“Take care, and don’t forget to
clean yourself up before you go to bed. Then sure it would come and get you
again,” Jun told her with a smile across his lips, but before he stepped out
from her room, he felt her grabbing his damp palm.
he
turned around,
“Huh?”
when he felt her suddenly leaned down on his chest,
“I
don’t want to be alone, J,” she told him.
**
She
closed one side of her eyes.
He didn’t let me go...
This
guy doesn’t actually look so bad. He got a sweet smile; those mole on his lips
was one of the priceless asset he got on himself. His broad shoulder, my, which
women would not go crazy over him.
Strangely,
he likes neither of them.
But
does that even matter to her anyway. She gently moved her finger on his soft
lips, he licked it when he felt her touching it in his dreams perhaps, she had a small smile as her fingers slides lower
down his shoulder,
“Jun
Matsuda,”
she
whispers his name, leaning closer to him, she felt he was breathing gently,
“Thank
you for being my friend,” she whispers to his ears, as she pressed her lips
against his warm cheek, she changed his gesture a little.
She
looked at him, not so sure what he was thinking about, she nodded her head,
pushing herself up from the bed, she covers him up with her blanket,
“Have
a sweet rest, dear,” she said, as she sat down at the edge of her bed, she
stood up and walked towards her study table.
“Maybe
it’s a good time,” she said, lifting her shoulder up, she took her diary, and
opens up at the last past she wrote a few days ago.
**
18th September 2012
Dear diary,
Urgh!
What the hell is happening with me!
I know that today is the day I’ve been waiting for. To stand together with a
man I long to be with,
but...
Why am I feeling like this?
How I am wishing every time I close my eyes I would see his gorgeous refection,
but sadly...
Who is he?
Who is this guy?
Why is he always there.
I don’t even know who the hell he is...
But he’s always there...
Oh God, and the play is actually tomorrow. I should be thinking about how
nervous I am going to act on the stage with the most hottest man I've ever met
in collage, Sunohara, and I’m worried more about this guy who can't stop coming in my dream,
Akiyama.
And what else could I be thinking about when Matsuda was actually there,
accompanying me tonight. Sleeping beside me...
Half... naked?
No, that doesn’t sound right, since we are nott doing anything.
Urgh! Whatever Yuki, whattwenty four in the morning, ever. Stop thinking about
this.
Just go to sleep!
**
It
was around five twenty four in the morning, where the dark night slowly shades
away before the daybreak sun light flows up the sky, the birds began to twitch
around little by little, when the wind slowly breeze up the morning air.
The
sakura tree next to her bed room swags a little bit, when a shadow slowly walks
towards her window, looking inside from the shades that was parted away,
he
touched the window, as if he was touching her, he looked at the two of them
sleeping next to each other.
Tough
her his emotion for her crumples up when he saw them together, but he know, and
was sure of it, she does not felt anything for the man beside her.
“Miyuki,”
he called out for her name, exhaling his breath towards her direction, she
moves a little as she felt a gentle wind brushed against her skin.
His
brown eyes twinkled against the mirror, when he didn’t see even his own
reflection there,
“I’ll
keep you safe, Yuki,” he said, slowly moving away from her window, he walked
away when he disappear within second,
“I’ll
keep you safe,” he told himself as his shadow fades away.
But
from the other side, there was another man, with his eyes flared up, he licked
his lips, and took a deep breath,
“I’ll
make you mine, Yuki. I will make you never forget me, and make you want me more
than anyone alive in this world.I’m sure of that,” he said, he smirked on his own and disappear in thin air.
( c ) Kytty Sakuraiba 2014