Our Love Story's
First Day

Melvin POV's

I often feel jealous. Call me too picky, but circumstances that do not allow at this time make me unable to complain about anything. The status of the foster child clings to me wherever I go. Most children my age were probably born into a family that considered good, needs fulfilled, affection obtained.

Different me. All of these things are dreams or just dreams for me. Under the care of my adoptive parents right now, if I'm to be honest, I want to get out of the house. Many demands for me as a 'adoptive child' status'.

They demanded I have to be 'perfect' in front of a lot of people. Even forcing me to take private piano lessons, made me feel every blow from them even though there was only one thing less than me. Every past the hour of returning home from the specified, they slapped and re-described my status as a foster child again. I'm sick of it, of course.

But, again, I can only shut up and refrain from replying to the curse and swearing that was thrown.

The way of life, attitudes, and expertise in various things.

Those three things make me sick. They demanded those three things from me, of course without giving me a choice. In fact, ever since they changed my status to that of an adopted child, I imagined the affection I had never gotten except from an orphanage. Living in an orphanage alone without parents sometimes leaves me empty. But, a glimmer of hope came when they came.

Naively.

I won't deny it if you call me naive or stupid. Often I also feel that such naive thoughts make my pessimistic soul grow slowly. Ironical. The foster parents who changed my orphan status instead tormented me from the caretaker in the orphanage who always poured out his affection. In fact, reality is not as sweet as my expectations.

They changed a lot of things from me. Indeed, there are many positive things I get. But in comparison, the positives I get are not worth the negatives that shape my character in the future.

#

"Hey! Don't climb. Follow the rules that apply here!"

That call made me look. Fixated. I stared at the black-haired girl before me. His black hair was fluttering small as the wind blew by. His sapphire bead looks clear with the reflection of sunlight.

Since then, our meeting has been a joy unto me.

Aira's.

I don't know why that girl made me put my heart on her. She has something interesting from most girls in general. The girl gave me hope in my heart to appear. Our brief meeting brought something beautiful. Slowly, Aira gave me meaning to life and motivation to live out the days ahead.

The next day I approached him. Next to the stairs, take her to the cafeteria together, and talk about a lot of things. It allowed me to smile without any coercion and demands.

#

I think I forgot something. Yep! I forgot that I wasn't allowed to come home late. Aira asked me to go somewhere after school. I wanted to reject it but I didn't. I knew this would make me scold my foster parents, but I would risk it for the girl.

I saw his smile when he took me somewhere. Her smile was so sincere. I don't want to ruin that smile. After a few minutes I looked at the clock on my smartphone.

"Damn! I'm taking too long!"

My inner.

"Sorry, Aira, I have to go see you!"

I immediately ran away leaving him. He seems sad.

Sure enough! At home my foster father dragged me into a dark, narrow room. There are only windows, chairs, and lights. Fortunately my HP wasn't taken so I wasn't too lonely. It was so quiet in the room. I just sat there and thought about the girl. She really is a very nice girl.

The next morning my foster father opened the door and told me to take a shower and then left for school.

"You don't go near that girl again! He's a bad influence on you! You should study more!"

I just scavenged him. I'm afraid my foster father tried to disturb Aira!.

During the break, I met him again. This time I just greeted him and left. I knew he would be lonely without me, but I couldn't let the smile on his face disappear because of my foster father!.

A few days later I avoided it. It's for his own good, too. I walked up and was about to go upstairs to borrow some stuff from the drama club. Suddenly as I was going up I saw Aira falling down the stairs. I ran to catch him before he fell.

"Are you okay?"

I'm so worried about him. Then a ruby-eyed girl came down to approach Aira. He seems to be fine without me.

When she thanked me I left. I saw his face was very sad, it seemed like he was expecting me to be with him. I want to, too, but I can't do it.

"I can't! I have to make him stay away from me! To make him safer"

I thought so I looked for Aira first. I finally found him sitting on a bench near the fountain. I approached him. When I saw her coming, Aira looked very happy. I almost broke my intentions, but I realized. I can't make him feel the way I feel.

"I think I hate you!"

I'll be gone soon. I saw him walking away. I followed him to the school warehouse. I peeked at him behind the wall close to the school shed. She's crying!

I didn't want to make her smile disappear because of my father. But even I removed his smile from his face!.

A man came to Aira. You knew! I'm actually very jealous!, but whatever power I had hurt her heart.

The next day I did the same. As much as possible I try to avoid it or occasionally glance without Aira's knowledge. My days felt empty and empty. Finally, inevitably I can only resign until then smile wryly when I realize a man who was with him while behind the school warehouse.

Buk up!

I punched the wall of the room. Ignoring the blood flowing from the wound, I sat on the damp, cold, indigo-colored ceramic floor. Now, I'm starting to wonder to myself.

That silly question suddenly bothered me. But I was powerless to do anything else because my adoptive parents did not accept my excuses even if it was a fact.

Pathetic, really.

But, what can I do for Aira?

#

I walk slowly. Stepping past the paving while occasionally greeting someone I know when passing by. There's nothing special about today. Try to keep smiling even if there is no reason to smile. Because to me ... The only reason that made me smile was Aira.

Yep. Only the girl is capable. In fact, subconsciously, the two of us were too attached to each other.

I stopped in one corner to look at Aira who was smiling at the girl in front of her - the ruby-sliced girl who was often with Aira. I observed every dent of the smile that he had been displaying less and less lately. I smile at the knot. However, it only lasted for a moment before Aira realized it.

We met face-to-face. There was a strange sigh that ambushed me. Thousands of longing, happy, and sad. Aira got up from her seat and ran towards me. Spontaneous, I stepped quickly in the opposite direction. However, Aira's hand drew me first. Gasping, the girl tried to look at me.

I looked around. The situation in this place is very quiet. It's just the two of us here. The lighting is dim and not a single student passing by because this place is not a suitable place for casual chatting or joking.

"Wait a minute" he asked.

"Don't do this, please." I later.

Aira frowned. But, he preferred the silent option and harbored his question while waiting for me to continue.

"Don't do this. If you keep insisting, I can no longer pretend to be okay. You probably don't know. But, I hope you never get close to me again," there was a pause a while before then I went back on. "Please. It's for your own good,"

I glanced at our touching hands. His hands were cold and paler than usual. Just as I was about to leave, Aira again pulled my hand.

"You said it was for my own good. You put the happiness of others before yourself. You think that makes me happy? No!"

Aira squeezed my hands tighter until her knuckles turned white. "Then don't avoid me anymore! If you're worried about me, you should be by my side. I ... I-i know. I was selfish. So, please. If there's a problem, we'll face it together."

Warmed face. I clenched her cold hand tighter and took it off. I turned to pull him down into my arms. When I felt Aira's hand touch my back to reciprocate, I hugged her tighter. Missing while enjoying our time. I took a deep breath and instantly inhaled the scent of lavender flowers from her.

Very soothing and gentle. All the problems that burdened me seemed to be gone. Now, there is only calmness in me after all this time I never felt it again when bearing the status of an adopted child.

Aira hugged back tightly. I want time to stop for a moment. I'm back to waking up again. I let go of my embrace but Aira still hugged me.

"Why stop hugging me?"

I once again fell silent I tried to let go of her embrace, but Aira still did not let go of her embrace.

"Aira you can let go"

Aira shakes.

"ENOUGH! AIRA!"

I screamed at him. He was shocked and let go of his embrace. I left her. His face almost cried. I'm still trying to smile. This is the first time I've ever yelled at someone. But why should it be Aira?!.

Turning at someone is something that I am abstaining from. But now, what have I done?

People want me to protect, to love, and to be the only one who loves me. I've hurt him. I had him attached to me since I met him, but I was the shameless one. I smiled wryly.

Aira is a kind, cheerful, and loving girl. Unfortunately, she was too innocent for having dropped her heart on me. Though, Aira should have had another man better than me. But my heart always wonders.

Less fortunate than myself?

I no longer have a reason to meet him. As much as possible I should avoid it. Even though not meeting Aira made me have to hold my own longing. It'sit's okay. He deserves to be happy, of course without me.

#

I looked around. Dark room. Outside, thunder boomed, and was mutual. At a glance, a beam of light appeared when again the thunder was heard a second time. However, it did not last long because in the next second, the light had gone along with the sound of thunder that no longer rumbled. For a moment, I fell silent in my place while fumbling beside the bed.

When I felt the solid light on the nightstand, I turned it on. Instantly, the originally dark space now became bright. I blinked for a while to adjust to the sudden change. Glancing at the wall clock, I was surprised because the wall clock in my room had shown at 3 a.m. The first thing I did next was open the phone. Switch to open WhatsApp application. The top chat I pinned was a chat from Aira.

There was a lot of spam chat from him. But I try not to read it, even if I want to. But something else surprised me more. There is a green letter that says _typing..._ ' I raised next to an eyebrow, making sure that the writing really existed. Moments later Aira sent me a new chat.

That notification made me a gamel. What's more, being online at 3am is not uncommon, I think. Finally, I opened up the contents of Aira's chat. Instantly, the chat message was pulled again by him. Though, before deciding to open it, I saw two words at the beginning of his chat message. And now I'm really sorry why I had to worry about that. In the end, I felt my own stupidity. Now, I can only wonder and guess what sentence begins with two words; _I am very._

Aira doesn't want to talk to me anymore. Good riddance! It's for his own good, but... Why do I feel sad? I should be happy now that he hates me! Wasn't it me who wanted it!. I tried to strengthen myself for Aira.

I want to be angry at myself!. Now I can't see her smile and can't talk to her anymore.

Today is a holiday, I went to a tutoring place in the middle of the city and very far from home. If you think I was driven by car. You're wrong! I was told to walk away to tutoring. They can't take me! I was just a tool they used to raise their self-esteem when on the road I met Aira. Our gaze met then I lowered my head and passed through it. Aira whispered something as I was going through it.

"Do you want this?"

I woke up and turned around. But Aira had gone far. What am I expecting?, from the person I hurt?.Maybe I was expecting too much. There's no way Aira would forgive me just like that!. Now I've lost the only person I care about and care about.