68 New Year 2 (1/2)

(Hikaru's POV)

I looked at fireworks above me while hiding my gloomy heart. The fireworks stunningly beautiful and lively. The people came out from their houses and viewing this beautiful sight. I wonder Mr.Han and big sis enjoying these sights as well.

It's 00:05 AM. Happy new year!

Even though the snow was falling it couldn't stop people to take a closer view. I climb to the top of the hill where the fireworks could be seen more clearly. I was alone here and no one was beside me.

When the fireworks start again. I empty my lung and took a breath in, with all my power I scream on top of the hill!

”FFFFF**********************CCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

I take a breath in and, ”AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Hoof! I felt satisfied. But, No. Actually. I'm. Not.

”AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

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Hina Yumekawa. The girl I dream recently. She's always on my mind after I kissed her at that time. At the school, I always try to find an opportunity to sneak into the high school building to find her.

Yes, I was acting like a stalker. But that's my only opportunity to see her. I didn't feel satisfied by hearing her from brother's reports or rumors or pictures.

I like to see with my own eyes first! Then believe it!

Of course, my brother didn't know that I act like this at a school.

As I came to check on her. I found that she has a favorite spot to hide from other people. It was the backyard near the school forest. There was a secluded place beside the high school building.

There she was sitting and smoking!

I couldn't believe it at first, how could a girl like her? My impression of her changes 180 degrees. But, I didn't hate her just because she acts like this.

I exposed her and snatched it from her. I pressed my foot to the ground to destroy the cigarette.

She looked at me confusedly and as if she was shocked that she had been caught. I stared at her angrily and that was the starting our weird relationship.

Every lunchtime I would visit her to the same place she went to or should I say our secret place? I ate the lunch I got from the maids while I share some of it to her. She didn't eat anything and only playing with her lighter.

I insisted that she tried the food and she stared at me as if I was pussy.

But later she ate it anyway. I was happy when she asks for more. I smiled when I looked at her cute chewing.

I noticed that she usually smoking if she was in trouble or depressed. She always looked at the sky as if she's waiting for something or hoping?

One day she asked me, ”Hey, why are you so interested with me?” She continues without waiting for my answer, ”I mean, you probably heard the rumors about me, right?”

”Hmm, one of the rumors about you smoking is right. But I didn't believe that you do prostitute.” I said without hesitation.

She looked at me with eyes darken, ”What if I am? What if that's true too?” her tone was flat.

I stared at her eyes, ”If you are. It doesn't mean you deliberately to let yourself to be a prostitute. There must be some circumstance that let you do that.”

She was stunned. She didn't expect my answer. But the next second she scoffed. ”What? What do you know about me?” She looked at me with teary eyes she continued, ”That's right I do prostitute. Do you hate me now? Wake up! I know that you like me and I'm not that pure girl who get blushing because of a simple kiss. So from now on, don't try to talk or meet me again. Goodbye.”

When she tries to get up, I halt her. ”Wait, now you know I like you. Do you think I'll simply let you go?”

She looked at me disbelief, ”What the f*ck are you saying? Do you still want to date me? I'm a f*cking prostitute, boy! Let go of me!”

”I don't care about your jobs! I simply like you! If you have debt I can help you!”