8: Lucy

I jumped up into a sitting position. Tears wet on my cheeks. After a few moments I made my way to the small kitchen. Heated up some milk and added a dash of vanilla. Why, after so many years, am I thinking about this again? He's gone, and his not going to return. I'm safe. I drank my milk and returned to my room. It didn't take me all that long to fall asleep.

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Another flashback, played like a movie on a big screen. Like I'm sitting in the cinema and watching myself. Once again a kid version of myself. I made my way down towards the lake. It's cherry blossom season. Small pink shreds were swaying in the breeze. The movie may be black and white, but I know it at heart. I can see the colors even though there's no color theme. Beneath the tree stood a boy with pink hair. It reminds me of the flowers on the branches above. The strangest thing about the boy is the fact that he's punching the stem of the tree with his bare hands. Blood were seeping through the self inflicted abrasions. "Don't do that?" I pleaded in a tiny voice. "Go away!" The boy screeched angrily at me. "Please stop?" I pleaded again with a trembling voice. "What's it to you?" The salam haired boy squeaked in an irritated tone. Trying to hide the tears which was shallow in his voice. "You're bleeding," I choked. I was crying louder than the boy and I'm not even trying to hide it. My heart was breaking for the stranger. The boy stopped at once and turned his full attention to me. "I'm sorry, please don't cry?" He apologized gently. I took the white ribbon from my short blonde hair, inched closer and tied it around his injured hand. We sat down on the lake's bank. He thanked me and blushed slightly. I turned my attention to him and asked if maybe he wanted to be friends. He nodded his head and gave me an adorable smile which made his cheeks flash up again. I held out my pinky and said: "Let's pinky swear. Friends forever and if the time is right, we'll be more than friends." He locked his finger around mine and echoed me, "Friends forever!"

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It has been years since I've last thought about the cherry blossom boy. He had been the first boy that I had ever loved. Silly to say the least. We've never exchanged any birth details. He's but a figment of my imagination. The one who got away. I wonder if that old flame would ignite if I were to see him again? Maybe he's an even bigger jackass than Gray himself. After completing my morning routine, I went for a run. Friends forever, that we vowed. If only!