Capture 01

October 23, the day after the girl—Hana Lara—asked me to run away with her or die together with her.

At first, I disregarded what she says but that was the thing I regret the most.

I should have responded to her the day I met her on top of the school' building.

Then maybe...

Even just a small chance.

Even the odds are low.

This whole phenomenon hadn't happened.

Still, I don't have a gist that she was Hana Lara. I only found out after this day ended.

or so I thought when the day before this day started again.

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Just, as usual, I woke up on my bed with my pillow fell on the floor. I squinted after a bright light from the window met my eyes.

I stood up and walked to the bathroom like it was the natural thing to do in the morning.

There are no voices from the dining room so it probably that all people beside me were out today. Looking at the mirror in front of me, I was glad that I only got few bruises from my mother after I got home yesterday.

Yesterday.

As I expected my mother was waiting for me in front of the door not to welcome me but to whip me up by the leather belt that was owned by my father.

From the upper part of my body—apart from both arms part—to the upper part of my knees.

It was full of bruises.

I know for sure even my mother was whipping me up she was aware that visible bruises might get other people's attention, that's why she only aimed at the parts that were consistently covered by clothes.

"It hurts!"

I flinched after I attempted to wash the bruises with tap water. I leaned my forehead to the mirror as I looked deep inside my reflection's eye.

Just like the girl from yesterday, my eyes turned dead.

Now thinking about it I wondered where that girl came from, it was not like I know all the student's faces from my school, and it wasn't like I could remember all the faces that I'd met before.

But that girl, the girl like her was quite remarkable—especially eyes.

"Sapphire Blue..."

I wondered why these words suddenly came up to me after I saw her eyes yesterday, it was like I know what was the name of the color cause I had never seen it before.

I heard some rumors before—about a girl that has sapphire blue eyes but compared to me, that girl was living in the opposite world.

While I—living as a normal student with average remarks, that girl was a living genius—walking book as they say.

While I— living in a poor family that has a huge debt, she was living in a filthy rich family.

Lastly, while I—living in a monotonous world, that girl was different, I suppose she was living in a colorful world with lots of attention focused on her.

But in a good way.

So the girl from yesterday couldn't be the girl from the rumors.

That's because there's no reason for her to die or to run away.

My words were full of repetition, maybe I just envied her for living such luxurious life.

I was just too frustrated yesterday that's why I ignored her existence and convinced myself that she was just my delusion but I wondered if I would see her again today.

But there's no reason to meet her.

"Aaahhh I felt each day—each second my attitude was changing"

I'd splashed the water from the faucet on my face, clearing those wry looks on my face.

Disregarding all my thoughts, I took a bath, tidy my self and after a few minutes, I was ready to head to school.

Click. Clack.

Sounds from the wall clock as I look at the time. It was seven in the morning, maybe I went too fast tidying up myself.

My class started at eight so I have an hour to wander around, so I thought but instead of going around the city—wandering, strolling, and loitering— I straight ahead to the school's direction.

Standing on the side of the pedestrian crossing, waiting for the other people to tell me when the crosswalk lights turned green. Then I could safely cross the road.

But there were no other people besides me on the pedestrian crossing, I'd still waiting and waiting, watching each car passed in front of me.

Until fifteen minutes passed.

Two girls stood beside me, pretty sure they would cross the road too.

The pattern of their blouses and skirt reminds me of the girl's uniform of our school—no that was my mistake, it was the girl's uniform of our school, there no doubt of it.

Chattered. Chattered.

Hearing them laughed repeatedly, continued talking about certain topics that the two of them only know.

I covered my nose after I smelled something familiar like the scent of my father. I turned my gaze to them without moving my head an inch—just my eyes—and like what I thought one of them was smoking.

Continuing their conversation about drinking, smoking, cosmetics, and guys.

I let them head to me first, assuring that it was safe for me to cross the road. The scent of the cigarette left on the air as I continued to walk, I'd just hoped that the scent won't stick on my uniform or else, I might get in trouble again with my teacher.

Stop. No trespassing. No loitering. Slow down.

Signs I saw on my road to school as if they were acted as decorations of the street. Everywhere I turned my gaze, I'd see one.

Is this really necessary?

It was early in the morning but I heard no birds chirping instead all I heard were the crying voices of the cicadas.

Where do cicadas even come from? It was already seven thirty-six so why do they still making that noises.

I ignored it and continued making my way to school.

Ignored.

Walking. Walking.

Turned left. Turned right.

I'd made it in front of our school where the large gate was located. The guard—as usual—was sleeping on his guardhouse with his feet up on the small table and a newspaper covering his face.

Seems like he wouldn't check our student ID before we entered like usual so I continued my way—entering the school ground.

As I stopped and looked up at the building where I met the girl yesterday, I wondered.

Would I meet her again on top of the building?

Thinking what she asked me yesterday, I'd still have no answer. First of all, she was a stranger to me.

Her name.

Class.

Year.

I have no gist where she came from.

Is it possible to live with someone you have just met? or even killed yourself with some stranger?

"Maybe I'll look for her late—"

...

An upside-down face looking at me, right in front of me—with three inches gap away from my face—met both our eyes.

Too fast.

It was too fast like a blink of an eye, but it stopped.

Or rather slow.

Too slow as if the time, the time runs slower than usual and made our eyes met.

One second.

No, it was less than a second.

And it slammed right into the ground.

Right in front of me, a body, not just a body, a body of a female student with her bones sticking out of her body. Her head was slammed hard on the ground and it made her skull broken with parts of her brain shattered on the ground.

I'd didn't moved an inched, it's not that I don't want to, but because I can't. My feet were glued on the ground as I watched the liquid-like stuff slowly reached my shoes.

My sight began to whirl, then it turned glitchy like a television without a signal connection along with its static noises.

I held my temple as I felt the pain inside my head.

What is this?

I felt my brain was drilling or it was like my brain was squeezing too hard and it made me closed my eyes.

Gasp. Gasp.

What was that?

After a few moments, the pain was gone, as if nothing happened, back to normal. Slightly opened my eyes, I squinted.

I saw it.

The colors were dazzling in front of me.

The green leaves, blue sky, white clouds, and the color of her blood ran out of her body.

Crimson Red.

Coal-black hair, porcelain skin, and a pair of sapphire blue eyes. The girl who's laid down in front of me with her bones sticking out of her body and her body covered in her own blood.

The girl that I'd just met yesterday.

The girl who asked me if I want to die with her or live far away with her was now lying down in front of me, still looking at me even though her head was severely broken.

For a second I thought that she gently smiled at me and it made me screamed.

"a-arg—aahhh!"

I ran away. Leaving her on the ground without calling for help, just running away while letting out my scream.

It made the other students startled but I don't care because after they see her later, surely, they'll scream and run like me.

I could see colors now, did the shock cured me from being an achromatopsia patient?

No, I don't want it.

The picture of her died in front of me, and her gentle smile was burned inside my memory.

"Aaah!"

I haven't realized that I'd leave the school ground and now screaming in the street, still running without a plan to stop.

This was too sudden.

As I run across the road a truck suddenly appeared and struck me, made my body flew in the air, and hit on the cold hard ground.

Crimson Red.

Looking at my hand who's still flinching and forcing itself to move. The driver didn't get out of his truck instead, he continued to operate it and drove past on my body.

I'll die.

I'll die. I'll die. I'll die. I'll die. I'll die. I'll die. I'll die. I'll die. I'll die. I'll die. I'll die. I'll die. I'll die. I'll die. I'll die. I'll die. I'll die. I'll die. I'll die. I'll die. I'll die. I'll die. I'll die. I'll die.

I'd died.

...

As I opened my eyes once again I was on top of the building looking around, felt the gentle wind grazing my skin.

Then I heard someone at my back.

"Are you trying to jumping from this building?"

"No, I just want to take a breath or something" I answered.

"Then can you answer me before you decided to go home?"

"Just keep it short"

I felt my body shivered, the feeling of something happened, happens again. What was this feeling?

De Ja Vu.

"Would you rather jump from the roof with me or run away and lived to a far place with me?"