2 Meters per Second
It crossed my mind...
In the corner of the classroom, as usual, I always read books alone. Sometimes the book I read has a hard cover, but, sometimes I read the next lesson that can improve my memory. As usual, I don't really choose the books. This is possible, because I read everything that contains letters and numbers, although it is possible that the choice of reading is good.
His existence is a gift. Or my absence that anyone could have guessed. Yeah, it doesn't matter to me anymore, anyway.
After spending nearly two years as a student in High School, with nearly more than a thousand pupils each level between first and third grade, upperclassmen, underclassmen, classmates, and students, and all the teachers so that almost thousands of people are in the same place. I began to wonder how many of these people I actually knew. I think anyone knows the answer, what I have is very sad.
Even if a miracle happened and I was in class with someone for two years, I'm not sure that I would feel lonely if I didn't talk to the other students who were here. It will only end as a memory that the person once existed. Even though I don't know what will happen to me in the next year, and after that I graduate from this high school, I probably won't have any reason to remember my friends' faces, or you can do something like that too.
That's not a problem for me. So too with the students. Not only them, but it was also true for everyone in the school. It must have been a mistake, even to think of sad things.
That's what I'm thinking right now. But, on this day...
Indeed, I have just ended this terrible excuse for next rainy season's holiday, silent myself into second grade, and seeing the ending of the final closing of the final class.
Like what was happening right now, I was late, and because of that, I rushed up the stairs of the school building.
He asked me with a sweet smiling face.
Why didn't the sad cloud let down the rain, but when he was happy, he didn't smile, but let out his tears?
After I finished asking the question to me, I was confused again about the condition of his body. He suddenly let out a fairly loud cough, while clogging his mouth with both hands.
I want to know behind his hand, is there blood or not? It was thought of until now, to make me miserable.
Although she was a little unwell, she was not a weak woman due to the physical consequences she suffered. Since he had a small and short body, he gave off the impression as if his body would be fragile with just a slight touch. For that reason, perhaps, many of the male students in our class were half-joking that he was the heir to a big company. It does sound reasonable, even I think that the parable of her is suitable to be a selfish princess.
And at the right time, after almost finished thinking about Ida's health. Suddenly, a row of my thoughts went straight to my beloved sister Lia, she who was now in the hospital, lying alone with no one to accompany her to talk or greet each other.