She smiled sweetly, the sun framing her face the most beautiful way. She had her hair up in a pony tail, the long brown hair the exact same colour as her eyes.
The school uniform was spotless, and the white socks reached just above her knees.
She tilted her head with a smile, closing her e
yes. The wind lifted her skirt and hair a little, making them dance, and petals from the sakura tree flowed past her in the light breeze.
A friend called for her, and she turned her head, exposing the perfect lines of her neck for a time. She looked at me, smiled and waved before running back to her friends, giggling childishly at nothing.
I sat, resting slightly against the tree before curling up entirely. She would be back in hours, and yet, here I was, waiting to see her again.
I wondered. Would she see me? Would she remember me while in school, would she look for me, if I was not there, when she came back? I yawned, stretched a little, and curled up again.
I would have to wait, if I wanted my questions answered.
Oh, there she was, the beautiful, wonderful girl. I rose quickly, calling out for her, but the noise of the many people leaving the school made it impossible for the sound to reach her ears. I stepped forward, but the stream of students was too big, too powerful. I had to wait. I crawled into the tree, looking after her, as she and her friends disappeared in the ocean of students.
I did not sleep that night.
I waited at the stairs the next day, but only her friends came to the school this morning. I hid in the bushes, not wanting them to see me. I only wanted her as it was now, but I would have to wait. I did not know where she lived, and leaving this known place to go into unknown territory could cost me my life.
The longing was strong, but it made it possible for me to think of a way to find her. Maybe her friends would go see her later. If she was not here, maybe she was ill.
I waited long that day.
The friends came out in the late afternoon, alone as the ocean of people had flown earlier this day. They was talking, their attention caught by themselves. They would not have notices anything, maybe besides a rock star.
I followed closely behind, casually and in the shadows.
They sat down by a small cafe, ordering something different from each other. The waiter came back with it, and they drank. I waited impatiently.
At last they left the cafe. I heard them talking about the wonderful girl, and I was once again awake, following them on their way.
They went to a house. I waited on the other side of the road to see if it was her house.
The door was opened by a woman. She talked to the girls, then went back inside, the door still open. I wondered if the day had been wasted on nothing when the beautiful girl came to the door. She looked a little pale, but smiled at her friends. He looked up for a second, and caught my eyes. She smiled and waved, calling. She stepped out of the door, and walked towards me. I ran towards her. She remembered me.
Never saw the car coming.
She screamed, took me in her arms, cried. With a last purr, I left another life to the heavens.
4 to live yet.
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