The Mailbox
[Outside, the light morning breeze eased its way through the barely shut window, leaves rustled under its wake piercing the clear air with a silent howl. A minute refraction of light showered the sealed curtains creating an array of shadows frolicking wildly around the room. The serenity was put to an abrupt stop by the shifting movements from the occupied bed. She slowly rotated her face to face the ceiling, two hands behind her head, deep in reminiscence. 'Hey...' the voice cut through the air, obviously directed at the figure beside her, 'do you still remember what happened 10 years ago?']
It was the 23rd July, year 2002. Hastily, a singularity in a crowd of hundred looked defiantly at his watch seeming in a hurry. His hair was messy, crooked yet he cared not. His clothes shaggy, unfashionable yet he cared not. He only had his eyes on one thing as he slowly inched his way through the traffic, gazing at the train station looming ahead. His name is Tetsuya Kaito, a 15 year old minor sent to school in the hustle and bustle of Tokyo, miles away from his hometown.
['Haha' croaked the voice beside her, 'I remember alright, I remember everything now, I've told you already!'. 'If you really want to start from the beginning take it back 15 years ago' offered the voice smugly.]
Spring! At last the cherry blossoms in Okashaya began its beautiful blooming ritual, slowly unveiling its petals one by one. A sweet melody swept across the entirety of the village giving birth to the new month. Two figures emerged from the breathtaking scenery smiling eagerly at each other. They couldn't have been older than 10, yet they already displayed true figments of love. The two beings came to a halt in front of a rusty, crooked mailbox just barely standing on its post. Of the two, a male extended his arm to drop off a roughly wrapped letter stained with droplets of tears. A shiny metallic chain was then produced to lock away the secret for eternity, only the keys held by those two could unlock it.
[Outside, the light morning breeze eased its way through the barely shut window, leaves rustled under its wake piercing the clear air with a silent howl. A minute refraction of light showered the sealed curtains creating an array of shadows frolicking wildly around the room. The serenity was put to an abrupt stop by the shifting movements from the occupied bed. She slowly rotated her face to face the ceiling, two hands behind her head, deep in reminiscence. 'Hey...' the voice cut through the air, obviously directed at the figure beside her, 'do you still remember what happened 10 years ago?']
It was the 23rd July, year 2002. Hastily, a singularity in a crowd of hundred looked defiantly at his watch seeming in a hurry. His hair was messy, crooked yet he cared not. His clothes shaggy, unfashionable yet he cared not. He only had his eyes on one thing as he slowly inched his way through the traffic, gazing at the train station looming ahead. His name is Tetsuya Kaito, a 15 year old minor sent to school in the hustle and bustle of Tokyo, miles away from his hometown.
['Haha' croaked the voice beside her, 'I remember alright, I remember everything now, I've told you already!'. 'If you really want to start from the beginning take it back 15 years ago' offered the voice smugly.]
Spring! At last the cherry blossoms in Okashaya began its beautiful blooming ritual, slowly unveiling its petals one by one. A sweet melody swept across the entirety of the village giving birth to the new month. Two figures emerged from the breathtaking scenery smiling eagerly at each other. They couldn't have been older than 10, yet they already displayed true figments of love. The two beings came to a halt in front of a rusty, crooked mailbox just barely standing on its post. Of the two, a male extended his arm to drop off a roughly wrapped letter stained with droplets of tears. A shiny metallic chain was then produced to lock away the secret for eternity, only the keys held by those two could unlock it.
