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you’re pissing me off ..i hate how youu try so hard; & what the hell ?!
i guess your doing this for revenge ? Weell.. it’s clearly not working; & i hate youuur guts.
Stealing her, whuts next ?
Becoming best friends with her ? It’s obvious she’s just doesn’t want to tell you in a mean way, back off. Yeah, she feels heaps sorry for you.
You
1) have no friends
2) ‘re are hated by everyone
3) ‘re very VERY annoying !
Freaking stop it already.
Three women were changed into flowers which grew in the field, but one of them was allowed to be in her own home at night. Then once when day was drawing near, and she was forced to go back to her companions in the field and become a flower again, she said to her husband, “If thou wilt come this afternoon and gather me, I shall be set free and henceforth stay with thee.” And he did so. Now the question is, how did her husband know her, for the flowers were exactly alike, and without any difference?
- By JACOB and WILHELM GRIMM (Brothers GRIMM)
hehes… i couldn’t figure this out; ><
lets see how smart you are larhh ^^.. comment if you want answer xDD
*Miura’s POV*
Akiko called me back as i headed back into the restaurant , i turned around wishing she had miraculously gained her memory back.
She was huffing, as if the run exhausted her, i could see her asthma was still intact. When we used to play tag in the park she could barely handle it, it nearly killed her once, i dare not try it again.
” Akiko, please don’t run.. you still have asthma” i said, gently taking her hand and supporting her fragile structure.
She blushed, her pale face mingled with shades of pink. Read the rest of this entry »
P.O.V – Point Of View.
Miura’s POV.
*Flashback*
“Akiko” i call, desperately..watching her with her back turned, walking away from me.
*End Flashback*
That was three years ago, when my childhood friend was still with me.
“Miura, you left us behind again.” Naoki called, his face an inch from mine.
“Sorry, Naoki..” my voice trails off, as i see a girl strolling through the crowd.
‘Could it be ?!’ i jump up from my chair, startling half the people sitting enjoying their lunch.
Adrenaline pulsed through my veins, i rushed after her, trying to spot her in the crowd of shoppers.
When i reached her i tapped her on the shoulder without thinking.
She turned around and familiarity hit me straight away, it had to be Akiko, it just had to. Her once small round face was now sharp and her dark brown eyes stared at me in confusion as she turned around to face me.
” Aki..ko ?” i managed to choke out, i knew i was embarrassing myself.
*End of Miura’s POV*
*Akiko’s POV*
The stranger before me was shockingly handsome, not that he had a beautiful face, but those alluring eyes had drawn my attention straight away.
” Who are you, and how did you know my name ?” i questioned.
” I am Miura.” he answered, his mouth lifting into a smile.
I had no idea who this guy was, he seemed to know me though, somehow. I see memories and happiness swarming into his eyes.
“I`m sorry, but i have no idea who you are, nice to meet you though” I said.
His face flopped immediately, i could tell he was rather disappointed.
” Are you sure you don’t remember me ?” he asked, making one last attempt.
” MIURA!!!!!!!!!” another guy yelled from across the foodcourt, he was average looking and he didn’t strike me as handsome unlike the stranger in front of me.
” Sorry for troubling you…..” this Miura guy said, his voice trailing off.
He turned and walked towards the other guy, and together they walked off and entered the nearest fast food restaurant.
I stared after him, unsure whether to ask him for his contact number. ‘ Maybe he was a friend? ‘ I racked my brain for possibilities, but everything became black after two years, since that dreadful accident.
” Miura !” i called………
