Can't Reach You: Chapter Two

After her mom's death, Hanako deals with life in high school in serenity. Already used to having no one by her side, an incident makes her meet with a troublesome person. Would it all come to an end?

“Hey,” He says, turning around.

“Oh, I’m so...” I try to take a step back. A chill runs through my spine, realizing I had taken a step too far back and heading straight down the stairwell. His arm quickly grabs tightly onto my arm, pulling me far back enough for my face to be just a few inches apart from his chest, catching the scent of cinnamon.

“Do you always tend to be this clumsy?” He asks before walking away, releasing his grip on me as he sets me back onto the floor. I don’t have the strength or the guts to thank him-even after that insulting question he had asked. He did, after all, save me and I have had enough trouble this morning. So I walk back to where I was mostly focused on before. There was something unusual about that guy, but I’m too busy in my own problems to look at any other person. Well, if I can define my love life as in the day when I finally confess to Masao-sensei, I thought darkly.

“Masao-sensei, forgive me for being late to class,” I say nervously, entering the room with my head down.

“Oh, you weren't late Toyama-san you were actually right on time,” He objects, revealing a pleasant smirk towards my direction. My knees were giving away a feeling to buckle on me, my heart skipping a few beats, though I mustn't create such an embarrassing scene in front of the class. Ever since I entered the tenth grade, I fell in love with Masao-sensei with his intelligence and gentleness, his sky blue eyes would always capture my attention, even when I least expect it. As for his neck-length, wavy honey brown hair, my mind would wander off in a familiar day dream. Running my fingers through his hair, placing a kiss on his gentle-looking lips. Thus, would he ever look at me as a woman as I am looking at him more than just my sensei? I softly sigh from self-pity at my one-sided love.  

Clearly, I have been love struck, my lovely white-eye mother.

TTThe loud ringing from the bell takes me back to reality. I should confess to him sooner or I will regret it terribly in the future. I just need time to make everything clear and not let anything get in the way. I take a look outside the window, noticing the familiar bird that waits just right behind it. Why is my mom hear even though its the winter...

Suddenly, as if it had a mind of its own, I felt a pang of heart ache as a memory flashes before me.

“... she is still watching us from above no matter what the climate.” 

But still, she could get sick like this or worse. I walk towards the tree, the crunching of snow underneath my feet becoming louder with every step.

“Mom...I’m happy to see you but please do not stay for long. Who know what could happen to your health,” I said worriedly. She turns to face me, her brown beak covered a little with snow. We just stare at each other, her white bordered black eyes bore into my green ones. Her head turns to one side before spreading her wings.

Thinking she was going to leave, I start to face upwards. She gives me a startle as she hops onto my shoulder, her feathers tickling my neck. I pet her gently on the back, feeling the smoothness of each feather.

“I’ll see you back at home after practice, that’s a promise!” I said cheerfully. She turns to face me again, hopping onto my head before taking off. But it still makes me wonder, why did she come to see me in this climate?...I guess I’ll have to solve this later since I have to get back to class. I run up the stairs and into the halls, wondering if I should call my brother about this situation. Does he even remember of her at all?

I knew I should’ve woken up earlier to make even a small bento, I thought regrettably. My stomach roars in hunger as I walk around the hallways. I didn’t even have the decency to bring money, I even left some on the counter just in case I forget. Thank goodness brother doesn't know about this or he will surely come back home. D****t, I should be more responsible. It’s been years since I was left alone and I still can’t even remember to make a simple bento. My stomach growls again when I reach the middle of a hallway.

Before I even taking another step further, someone grabs me by my waist, lifting me up to face it’s back.

"Oi!," I scream, swinging my legs. He continues, ignoring my hasty reaction. I feel his spiky hair as I try to move my arms from his grip. How much more do I have to worry before I even step a foot out of school? Most importantly, who is this ignorant guy that is carrying me?!?

Author's Note

Don't like, Don't read
sensei= teacher
senpai= respect for higher ups
san=respect while saying last name (Mr./ Mrs.)