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My name is Usami Akihiko, a 31-year-old famous writer, I have been rich all my life with experiences only written in books. I have never been truly happy, just the little things I felt as if I should be happy for made my brain rather than my heart glee with joy. My cheeks hurt to smile and my eyes ached for a reason too.
I was unhappy, unhappy in a place that so many would have dreamed of. A large penthouse, oceans of money, popularity and I could have anyone I wanted, woman or man, and good looks. But no one gives a shit about my life, who I am, what I like, I don’t even know myself.
February 20th, 2001, on a Tuesday, the most boring day of the week and month. Everybody focuses on every day until Valentine's Day, until they wait for the next new thing celebrated every year, every month, on the same day. I was sitting on my oddly salmon-colored couch, which was supposed to come grey but they shipped the wrong color... I'd grown attached to it by the time they came to replace it.
In my hands is a book, by the greatest author I know, Marukimi Hiroshima. The man who taught me how to write better than before, but it seemed nobody knew him but me. They'd be surprised to realize a man whom nobody batted an eye taught me the ways of words and thoughts, the use of imagination and meaning. He had written many books that stayed on shelves never needing to be restocked, in 1990 when I was about 20 years old the man I looked up to so committed suicide. He had no one to wonder the reason he took his life, but me.
“Beyond my awaiting death comes many more, so do not sorrow on nobody, not even your own. Experience life as it holds open opportunities from doors who do not discriminate, focus on life now and let death worry later.” -Marukimi Hiroshima, Lifes Forms of Gifts.
You wrote that as if it was so easy, what will I do? Go on a hiking trip and leave on my own? Every memory I will create will end up lonely.
I sighed, looking at the time who looked back reminding me of a meeting I had soon. Standing up I dressed in the finest suit, sprayed overpriced cologne, and freshened up before heading out with the book still in my hand.
I clicked the elevator's down button before waiting, ding.
The sounds of my steps were followed by another, looking next to me was a short, dark chocolate-haired boy. He wore a milk chocolate loose sweater slightly revealing a cream-colored shirt followed by loose jeans that went to his knees and black shoes on top of white high-ankle socks.
What a weird choice of style I thought as we stood in silence.
“I love Hiroshima.”
“What?” quickly turned my head to the young man like he had told me the most ridiculous thing ever.
“I said I love Hiroshima, the author of the book you're holding.” he smiled, but he had. He had told me something so, strange. I then realized he had multicolored eyes, one split with brown and green, and the other full of emerald green. How unique.
He held an old guitar case and a bookbag that weighed down onto his back. “Really?”
“Yeah, it's a shame that there won't be any more releases, but I cherish every single book he has written to the world. He has taught me so much, I do prefer comedy though.” He giggled to himself
“I see..” his skin was smooth and tan, messy soft hair, and he smelled nice. “What's your favorite..”
Ding
“Book..”
“Usagis Adventures, and you?”
That one is good. “Wispy Skies is mine.”
“Are you guys going up?” A woman interrupted. I hadn't even seen her come in, “Oh! No, this is my stop, it was nice meeting you..?” he said as he began heading for the now-closing elevator door.
“Usami, Usami Akihiko.”
“Usami reminds me of Usagi. Well until next time then!” he walked out with his guitar and bag, wait. This was also my stop.
I held the door before it closed and quickly walked out, “Wait!”
“Eh?”
“And..your name?”
“Oh right, Misaki Takahashi.” he stopped and stared at me for awhile “Are you following me?” he smirked and squinted his eyes.
“W-Uh no this is my stop too I just-”
“Hehe, I’m just messing with you.”
There was an awkward pause between us, he began moving backward indicating the conversation was over.
“I wanted to ask if maybe, you wanted to go out sometime?” why did this boy make me so nervous?
“Hmm.. where to?”
“Anywhere you want.” I could take him on a cruise. No too soon, or a fancy restaurant?
“How about cafe and books?”
My brows furrowed together, “Cafe and books?”
“Yeah, not many people stop by so it would be nice if you came, bet itll make the owners real happy.”
“Sure.”
“Great! Here's my number, how does next week sound?”
I typed out his number onto my phone before saving it, making my once 3 contacts to 4.
“That sounds good.” What else do I say?
“Okay well I better get going, lets talk about it more on the phone?”
I nodded, “Cya Usagi!”
“cya..”
This Takahashi, makes me feel so… strange. He was so different, definitely not my type. So whyd I ask him on a date? As he continued to walk forward I stood there, feeling a heartstring tug harder the further he got.
Ring!
Tsk, reaching for my phone flashed Aikawa's name. “Hello?”
“Usami where the hell are you?!” “I’m on my way.”
“You better not be any later than you already are-” click.
Guess we’ll find out next week.