first love
the night before, i was rereading the translation to [First Love] by hikaru utada. i've loved the lyrics since i first read them. it always made me so sad, that a story would always play in my mind.
last night i wrote this story in one sitting. i'm never happy with the things i write (except for one story) because i feel that i'm not good at writing, tho i love to.
so anyways. if you don't know the lyrics go here for them. read them first before reading my story (if you do ;)).
if you read it, please let me know what you think. i always like to know what i should work on. &it's only two pages, so it's really not long ;p
thanks!
Before him, I hated the smell of cigarettes. I always thought people that smoked were incredibly stupid and cared about nothing.
But then he happened into my life.
He was unlike anyone I ever knew. His attitude was very aloof and uncaring. It drove me crazy to always see him around so many girls. It secretly made me jealous. There was nothing I could do however. He never looked my way.
One day, it was snowing very hard. All you could see was white. I was walking home from the store. My mom had sent me out for bread. She couldn’t go because my little sister was throwing a fit. Meko was always like that.
I saw headlights coming straight at me, but I didn’t know what to do. I tripped, but before I fell, I felt an arm pull me around the waist and drag me out of the lights.
My breathing sped up when I realized who it was that had helped me. I quietly and quickly thanked him, and took off. Not looking back.
The following week, school was back in session. Time to start a whole new semester. I happily greeted all my school friends that I had not seen in weeks. I felt a tap on my shoulder and figured it was my best friend, Amiko.
When I turned around, ready to give her a hug, it was him. I tried to keep my shock hidden, but I think he could tell. My friends said their goodbyes rapidly and left me. He smiled quite politely and asked if he could see me sometime outside of school.
My initial reaction was, “No, I don’t like you and never want to see you outside of school.” But it was a lie. I very badly wanted to hang out with him and get to know him.
When I didn’t reply for a good two minutes, he retracted what he said. He said he had figured I wouldn’t want to but thought he’d ask anyway. He turned around and started walking off.
My heard started spinning. I didn’t want him to go off like that. I really wanted to be around him.
Before I knew what I was doing, I yelled for him.
“Satoshi!”
He turned around, shock on his face. I walked towards him. With my head bent down, I told him I wanted to see him outside of school. He lifted my head up with his finger and smiled.
That was the day I found out everything about him. And also the day I fell in love with him.
We had been together for one year, when I received the news that Satoshi had died. I didn’t know how it could have happened. He was so young and had nothing wrong with him.
Thoughts came rushing back to me. The last day we were together was two days before his accident. We had made love for the first time. The first time for either of us. And for the first time we said we loved eachother. It was the happiest day of my life.
“Toiko…I want to be with you forever.” He told me as we were snuggled together, under the blankets.
I kissed him, tasting the tobacco and smiled. “Then be with me forever. But you have to do me a favor. No more smoking. You’ll kill yourself.”
He smiled at me and kissed my forehead. “Anything for you, my dear.”
He quit after that.
For two weeks, he told me he was going to his grandma’s house that was two hours away. I cried but told him I understood. I hadn’t been away from him for so long before. I told him I would wait for him.
He died while walking in the snow back to his grandma’s house. A car had hit him.
I felt a pain in my chest when I learned of how he died. He had saved me from that, but I could not be there to save him.
The day after his death, his mother visited me at my house. I apologized for the loss of her son and stressed my deepest sorrows. She held out something to me in the palm of her hand. It was a diamond ring. Engraved on it said, “You’ll always be in my heart.”
I broke down into tears and clung to the ring. His mother held me in her arms for hours.
What I’ll miss most was the flavor of his kiss. The sweet and bitter taste of tobacco.
last night i wrote this story in one sitting. i'm never happy with the things i write (except for one story) because i feel that i'm not good at writing, tho i love to.
so anyways. if you don't know the lyrics go here for them. read them first before reading my story (if you do ;)).
if you read it, please let me know what you think. i always like to know what i should work on. &it's only two pages, so it's really not long ;p
thanks!
Before him, I hated the smell of cigarettes. I always thought people that smoked were incredibly stupid and cared about nothing.
But then he happened into my life.
He was unlike anyone I ever knew. His attitude was very aloof and uncaring. It drove me crazy to always see him around so many girls. It secretly made me jealous. There was nothing I could do however. He never looked my way.
One day, it was snowing very hard. All you could see was white. I was walking home from the store. My mom had sent me out for bread. She couldn’t go because my little sister was throwing a fit. Meko was always like that.
I saw headlights coming straight at me, but I didn’t know what to do. I tripped, but before I fell, I felt an arm pull me around the waist and drag me out of the lights.
My breathing sped up when I realized who it was that had helped me. I quietly and quickly thanked him, and took off. Not looking back.
The following week, school was back in session. Time to start a whole new semester. I happily greeted all my school friends that I had not seen in weeks. I felt a tap on my shoulder and figured it was my best friend, Amiko.
When I turned around, ready to give her a hug, it was him. I tried to keep my shock hidden, but I think he could tell. My friends said their goodbyes rapidly and left me. He smiled quite politely and asked if he could see me sometime outside of school.
My initial reaction was, “No, I don’t like you and never want to see you outside of school.” But it was a lie. I very badly wanted to hang out with him and get to know him.
When I didn’t reply for a good two minutes, he retracted what he said. He said he had figured I wouldn’t want to but thought he’d ask anyway. He turned around and started walking off.
My heard started spinning. I didn’t want him to go off like that. I really wanted to be around him.
Before I knew what I was doing, I yelled for him.
“Satoshi!”
He turned around, shock on his face. I walked towards him. With my head bent down, I told him I wanted to see him outside of school. He lifted my head up with his finger and smiled.
That was the day I found out everything about him. And also the day I fell in love with him.
We had been together for one year, when I received the news that Satoshi had died. I didn’t know how it could have happened. He was so young and had nothing wrong with him.
Thoughts came rushing back to me. The last day we were together was two days before his accident. We had made love for the first time. The first time for either of us. And for the first time we said we loved eachother. It was the happiest day of my life.
“Toiko…I want to be with you forever.” He told me as we were snuggled together, under the blankets.
I kissed him, tasting the tobacco and smiled. “Then be with me forever. But you have to do me a favor. No more smoking. You’ll kill yourself.”
He smiled at me and kissed my forehead. “Anything for you, my dear.”
He quit after that.
For two weeks, he told me he was going to his grandma’s house that was two hours away. I cried but told him I understood. I hadn’t been away from him for so long before. I told him I would wait for him.
He died while walking in the snow back to his grandma’s house. A car had hit him.
I felt a pain in my chest when I learned of how he died. He had saved me from that, but I could not be there to save him.
The day after his death, his mother visited me at my house. I apologized for the loss of her son and stressed my deepest sorrows. She held out something to me in the palm of her hand. It was a diamond ring. Engraved on it said, “You’ll always be in my heart.”
I broke down into tears and clung to the ring. His mother held me in her arms for hours.
What I’ll miss most was the flavor of his kiss. The sweet and bitter taste of tobacco.