In a blink of an eye, the song of silence fades into the oblivion, filling his ears with the familiar voices and afternoon music. However, it is at that moment his world has fallen into her own as she turns her hazel brown eyes to him.
For the last time, despite the future laid before him, he knows that he won't be able to escape those eyes. His breath is taken away. He is completely caught in a glance.
(Take note: This book is consist of various arcs, intersecting one another.)
Again. All over again.
Always - almost every single day he would find her standing by the window, her hazel brown eyes staring at some distant world he just can't comprehend. He catches her indulging in this habit every lunch break. She quietly slips herself from the buzzing crowd like a phantom, secluding herself from the noise, solely walking through the spotless art room blanche in the glowing golden light. She slides open the glass window to allow the soft breeze to caress her skin. Her eyes would always be watching the vast clear blue sky.
'What is she thinking? What can she see with those murky eyes?'
Kite Daves stops himself.
"Are you also here to watch the sky?" the small and soft voice akin to a nightingale's stops him from deserting the room. The jet black haired boy hesitantly turns to her, hazel brown eyes instantly meet those glassy gray ones. The world glows around them. The breeze fondles her long, straight flaxen locks; a gentle smile beaming at him which leave the words stuck in his throat.
Yuna Clyne has been here for a little while, silently enjoying the Spring air combing the soft strands of her hair, the bright sakura aimlessly swaying as the wind flaps its invisible wings up towards the sky. Always - she spends her precious time in the empty art room, keeping herself from the noise that hinders her mind's eye from wandering the serenity of her own world.
She wordlessly studies him for a while. How rather unexpected. She thought, watching him pull up his eyebrows, a shadowy glint of reluctance flickering in his gray eyes. Facing him in person is rather refreshing, like the morning mist, for he is one of those people that are difficult to talk to.
"No. I am not," Kite answers, meeting her eyes. It is all so sudden how the flickering shadows slick back to its cavern, replace promptly by his glassy gaze.
"I see," she answers in a faint voice, slowly turning back towards the clear blue sky with the cool wind stroking against her smooth face.
Pathetic me... Shaking his head, he turns around on his heel, ambling his way along the throng-filled aisle, ignoring the curious eyes searing him. Should he bother himself with others?
No. That will be a waste of time however, not until Spring ends...
"Kite, we won't live here anymore. Learn to let go, especially of people..." his mother's words are enough for him. People - they are difficult to let go. So, to make things easy for him, he keeps a definite distance from them.
His gray eyes wander towards the sakura dancing outside, its fully-bloomed petals playfully flirting with the gentle wind without any anxieties in its bright pink hues. Whatever Yuna thinks is none of his concern. A lone specter lost in the world of commonalities that pulsates of indefinite possibilities, whatever her eyes see will be her own and not his. Words cannot easily define her, for her whole being is shrouded in a thick veil of silence.
Their beings are akin to white and black: Kite lives in the midst of the blaring lights and covetous eyes, while Yuna choose to stay in the shadows, blissfully watching the monotonous flow of life in complete silence.
Yes. They are the complete opposite. Whatever he does in the present, the future is already definite. Because after the spring term ends, his eyes will no longer have to follow her again.
The days pass by like clouds sailing smoothly on the clear blue sky. For how long he watches the sun dyeing its golden and tangerine hue amidst the canvas of the endless horizon, he is not aware. Because once more, he finds himself enthrall to her being - he stands there on the scattered shadows of sakura, chasing away the fading crimson shaft of light whilst the sweet scent wafts into his nostril, quietly watching her standing at the second floor by the window, as always, in the vacant art room.
What is she thinking? What can she see with those murky eyes?
His mind however, repeats the same inquiries, bottling the queer emotion that gradually swells within him.
Again. All over again.
He watches her. And his world is soon filled with silence.
Only the gentle wind whispering her song fill his ears, the sakura petals muffling out the residue of voices amidst the roaring world.
Quietly, his eyes catch the soft light playing in her hazel brown eyes as the last crimson kiss upon the ground, while the wind brushes the flaxen strands of her long and straight hair from her face.
In a blink of an eye, the song of silence fades into the oblivion, filling his ears with the familiar voices and afternoon music.
However, it is at that moment his world has fallen into her own as she turns her hazel brown eyes to him.
For the last time, despite the future laid before him, he knows that he won't be able to escape those eyes.
His breath is taken away. He is completely caught in a glance.