third chapter

He drew the boy in the same colors, the same style, except for his jacket. the design of the jacket changed with each stroke that he made on the page. Haruki decided to use a different brush, so that it looked less like black ink. he painted the back first, then moved onto the front. He didn’t know when he fell asleep but when he woke up the next morning he found his favorite book on top of him. the name of the book said that it was called ‘The Boy Who Loved Me’. he was touched, even though he was not the first person to discover that title.he carefully placed his hand over the title, then looked at the boy. His face was beautiful. it was like the world itself wanted to compliment him. Haruki smiled to himself, and reached for his phone. he needed help with his plan. he dialed the number that he knew all too well. The phone rang twice, before someone answered. “hello?” the voice spoke. “hi, mom!” Haruki replied brightly. he heard her gasp and her footsteps approaching the phone. he heard her pick it up and put it to her ear. “how many times are you going to call us, Haruki?” she sighed. Haruki laughed sheepishly“sorry, mom. i just wanted to say hi” he said, hoping that his mother wouldn’t ask him how he was doing. “that’s alright” she said, still sounding worried. Haruki sighed. why did she always worry about him? Haruki’s parents were fine, but they didn’t understand him. they thought that he was weird, and they didn’t want to be part of his life. “do you need anything, Haruki? your father and I are getting dinner ready.” Haruki blinked. “oh, yes! thank you. please send it through the mail for me.” “alright. see you later then.” “bye.” Haruki hung up and placed his phone aside. he looked over at the book again, smiling fondly. he picked it up, opened it and began reading it. he knew that he couldn’t get rid of these feelings forever, but it would be worth it. it really would. Haruki thought to himself, and then turned back to his work. he decided to go to class early that day. he wanted to spend the time with the boy who liked him, because the feeling in his stomachgot worse whenever he left class alone.he felt sick with anxiety whenever he thought about being alone in the classroom. so he decided to stay there until the bell rang. It was easy to do, considering that he stayed close enough that he could hear it ringing. he felt guilty for keeping the boy waiting, but it was better to wait for the teacher anyway. if the boy had already left, he might never speak to him again, and he didn’t want that to happen. he didn’t want the boy to think he had forgotten him. Haruki had written a lot of love poems, but he had never written a poem that felt so real. he was not sure what he was supposed to say to the boy, but he kept rereading the lines anyway. he decided to start simple. he started off small, telling the boy about how he admired him. how pretty he was, how smart, how kind. he also told him how much he liked the color of his eyes. he continued with a few compliments and compliments. he wrote more, but stopped once he ran out of compliments. he was starting to feel nervous again. he couldn’t remember what was happening anymore, but he knew that he was supposed to finish his poem. he decided to do a couple more lines and then finish the poem. he went back to where he left off, and began his next line, it must be very difficult for you to make friends. You don’t know anyone except me. you haven’t even seen me. yet, you can tell that you’re attracted to me. I hope we can become friends. Maybe, we can get closer. I have to admit, I enjoy spending time with you. I find it fun, but there’s something else that makes it even more fun. There is something that I can’t put my finger on, but I think that there is something magical about you. I can see your future; I can predict everything about it. You will become famous, you will have a wonderful career, and you will make lots of money. you’ll be able to buy yourself whatever you want. But, there’s one thing that will upset you the most. You won’t be able to see me anymore. I have to leave town for awhile, and then, when I return, you’ll have grown to hate me. You’ll realize that I was only using you. You’ll stop liking me. you will stop loving me. You will forget about me, just like everybody else does. Goodbye, sweetheart. I’ll miss you.”he stopped, took a deep breath and put down the notebook that was resting in his lap. he waited, expecting to hear a response. he waited and listened to silence. “is that all you have to say, sweetheart?” he asked the empty air. there was no answer, but the feeling of emptiness didn’t disappear. it was still there. “I guess that’s all, then. Goodbye” he said and stood up from the bench. he walked towards the gate that led to the school entrance, but suddenly stopped. “where do you live?” he wondered to himself. “what?” he said, but he wasn’t hearing his own voice anymore. he realized that he had spoken out loud, without even realizing it. “what are you saying, sweetheart?” he whispered to himself. the feeling was becoming stronger and stronger. he wanted to scream, but he couldn’t. He felt like crying, but he couldn’t cry either. “where am i?” he wondered to himself. he could hear footsteps behind him and turn around. the girl he had talked to earlier was walking towards him, holding his book in her hands. he knew what she was trying to say, and he knew that she was waiting for him to answer.

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