I recalled the chills that went through my spine on that winter day, the instant my eyes fixed upon the prettiest pair of eyes I've ever know.
Ebony black silk hair, azure deep blue eyes with a peck of ravens and his rosy gleaming lips. I was astonished but silently wasn't able to divert my gaze from him.
That moment was the first day of my secret love for him begin.
I am a relatively ordinarily common high school girl. No excess beauty, no additional intelligence, no surplus talents and no extra wealth.
Just your typical everyday girl.
Destiny settled a nice ring to it, I must say as the exact azure owner were there too, inside our classroom. Never had further I've been overjoyed than this insignificant coincidence.
Our minor yet daily encounters had me grinning like a fool.
Bumping into each other on my way to the classroom always had me looking forward to the next sunrise but never once managed to figure out his reason for doing so.
Trivial stuff that had us associated made me jovial to the core like a typical girl bathed in love.
My gazes pursued him at times, watching him shined, effortlessly excelled others was incredibly pleasing in my own means.
He placed as first in our first term as I humbly followed his score from behind. Just a belief I inferred, he always did great at things he placed interest in.
His limitless kindness was sickly sweet and addicting. Never was there communication between us, as I recollected.
The light he emitted was enticing, so was captivating to be near too but I relished my joy simply by wishing him the best as I comprehended for the fact that the one who would stand beside him, won't possibly be me.
Nonetheless, beauty just doesn't seem to last long and just like that, the second term made its appearance.
I was promptly separated further from him as the class altered.
I was deeply discouraged from the announcement, however, I buried them deep into my heart, knowing that it's a bound that shall never be unleashed and had to be concealed till the verge of time.
The daily class don't catch my interest or enthrals. As it's supposed to be, went by... so slow that it dragged me down.
As if destined, my first love was laid to rest inactive.
His alluring charms naturally had its way to others, made him be noticed and fallen head over heels for.
Unsettling feelings surged me yet there I sat still as if glued to my seat, realised that I had nothing related to this at all and wasn't supposed to.
Strangers...was the perfect way to call the relationship between us... or maybe even nothing. At times, I wonder if he actually ever noticed of my existence?
The second-year was replaced with the next one. Presently, I was used to the norm of my life with the triviality of thrills ongoing.
Senior...was the expression used by our juniors to addressed me with.
In another word, that would imply the end of the high school life for me and all the rest of third years.
The bitterly cold winter came, passing by and fused with the lulls... hiddenly tormenting...
My fondness of arts since adolescence, brought me to the art club, capping with me being their president after being requested to create a massive mural which remained incomplete up to this moment.
A mural of enormous blue roses on the walls of our new library. It's a single person work as I volunteered for it alone. The blue roses were my proposals, originally.
The image of the blue roses was inspired by him whom I tried hard to ignore yearning about. This artwork would be my last tread of memories of him or so I wished.
The bell rang, marking the end of the day session. Instantly, boisterous chatters broke from the feisty students.
Despite the cold frigid weather, I headed to the art club, packing up the necessary equipment to finished the composition of my mural.
Today was going to be the day the painting ultimately finished after all of my arduous struggles.
The actual rationale why this painting was dragged for years was that the inconsistency and the inconvenience of my daily schedule which deterred me from finishing this supposed to be timely art.
The sound of the moving brush was mellowing, a restful yet difficult chore. It's already passed four without me who's in concentration mode noticing.
Finally, the masterpiece was finished... I sighted my signature at the corner of the wall.
Tired, I glided to the nearest vending machine to buy a cup of hot chocolate. Doing all the work alone consumed a lot of times and energies for certain.
After storing the tools, I walked to my locker to stores the books in my hands from today's lessons. I noticed a small piece of sticky notes was attached to the locker.
It said;
‘Come to the rooftop at five sharp.’
Goosebumps------ extreme goosebumps. Was this some kind of kidnapping or bullying attempts?
Somehow, this reminded me of our principle's speech this daybreak, advising us to constantly think twice before opting for something to be sure of it worth.
With that advice etched to my mind, I decided to take it seriously and determined to...
...go to the rooftop as appointed.
It's still past four in the noon and I've got some times to spares before the promised time.
I waited patiently for the needles of the clock to hit five before gathering all my courage climbing upstairs.
The nearer I got, the more unnerving it gets. I barely noticed that the usually sealed door was unlocked but I excluded it to step further on to the last staircase.
Butterflies in my stomach were shuddering exceptionally anxious.
I reached the rooftop slowly... It's a boy...with a decent tall figure facing the new library... that was just ahead of him
Hold on----- the new library? Where I was painting the mural? No way... that means he could see everything I was doing!
He turned around facing me after noticing my appearance but disappointingly, more than half of his face cloaked by the Venice black mask he wore.
He spouted nothing but continuously approached me, leaving me with extremely little to none gap between us.
I tried to escape but he knows this, intentionally blocked the entrance with his hands. Each step back I take, he did the same but closer to me.
I'm immense in deeply regretting the choices that might have roped me into an awfully dangerous matter.
He gently grabbed me hand and laid two different roses. A red wine colour rose and a magnificent grand blue rose.
His statements, later on, had me questioned;
“Which do you prefer, the red rose or the blue rose?”
At that time, I can't help but to thought about the ghost story about the tissues. D
Nevertheless, I chose blue roses, going on with my current favourite.
Stunned, he apparently was with my odd preference. We're doomed again in silence...as we both were assuming deeply about something.
“Red roses are gorgeous but the blue rose is more stunning than the red.”
Once again, I couldn't interpret his words but what I do understand was that... I made a good option? I wasn't able to identify his voice but I do know it was soothing.
He proceeded with his latter words;
“Falling for you is my greatest pleasure and loving you is everything to me.
I love you, for a long time now. Be mine, forever mine. Let's engrave a tale between me and you like this blue rose, love.”
I am left speechless the moment he removed his mask...
As anticipated, it was him...my very first love.
I abruptly chuckled, realised the fates that tied us had us both surprised. Tears flowed down my cheeks, startling him.
That brief period, I observed him from head to toe. His graceful tall figures standing still as ever, his refined face was similar too but his azure eyes had a reflection in it...
...and it was me......
Noticeably, his face was slightly red, so is his neck and ears. Was he shy?
“Yes!”
The term that had been infinitely repeated in my mind eventually made its route to his hearing.
His gentle smile, the one I adored forged on his face, relieved he was like I do. It really was him...
The time froze, allowing our hearts to harmonized with each other without a single word from the mouth, solely consenting the heart to does its job.
The very same winter commemorated the beginning of our blossoming love that began with the blue rose.
I love you. A beautiful phrase that had either made one's day or broke ones. The one to surmise on that was us.
Have the courage, because falling for someone was a natural response from our big heart.
His lovely name, Azure Lune flattered his beautiful azure iris... Now, I dared you to guess what's mine.
