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Ajisai

I stopped when I arrived at a park in the evening after school when the rain clouds had passed. Leaving only water on the ground and raindrops that cling to everything under the sky as evidence.

I lowered my hips onto one of the benches after using my hands to wipe away the raindrops until they were dry enough to sit on. I looked around and saw only the same familiar pictures as I had often sat and painted watercolors.

Another bench where different types of people sit. Change every day The fountain stands tall and invites mischievous boys and girls to come and try dipping their hands in the water and splashing it. Or look for fish that don't have a single one swimming in them. Animals, big and small, stop by to rest under the shade of large trees, just like people, and...

The indigo purple ajisai bushes blooming around the garden contrast with the dark green of the old leaves.

Ajisai, a flower of precious memories that holds many stories, is no different from the flowers that are packed together in a bouquet. There are many colorful flowers, which change according to the acidity of the soil.

If I were to compare the acidity - baseness of soil, it is like happiness and sadness in my memories. Pink and purple would be happiness. As for sadness, it's probably blue.

As for my Ajisai flowers, they probably have both colors equally. Thinking of them, I can't help but laugh softly in my throat. When I look at them, they remind me of the people I only remember. Before, I liked the most in my artificial life with my father and mother. But for now...it's not the same anymore. He has become the person I most want to forget. That person I like

I touched the tip of my brush to the blue color. Mix it with a lighter white on a tray next to you and add it to a clean white sheet of paper on your lap.

The light blue color of this Ajisai flower Even though it's not quite the same. But it also reminded me of the clean white school shirts and bright blue school shorts that he and I both wore. That's right, he and I went to the same school.

Having said that, the first day he and I met was not even a millimeter different from today.

Thinking back to the first day he and I met. That day, I came to this park at the end of school after it rained. I was in a school uniform with two red school initials embroidered on the right side of my shirt. Carrying a school bag that didn't have a single textbook in it, he sat down on a bench under the same lamppost that he was sitting on now.

Take out your watercolor sketchbook and place it on your lap. Open the watercolor palette and put it next to you and start drawing what you see in front of you.

It's the same picture every time I look at it from this bench. Saw him sitting under other lamp posts that were located some distance apart. Behind it, there were bushes of ajisai flowers and large trees with branches in the background.

Every day isn't exactly the same. Because on the bench I was most visible. Sometimes there are high school students who sit and use their phones alone. Some are in groups. Sometimes it might be a middle-aged old person. Uncles and aunts who take their children and grandchildren for a walk. to animals such as dogs, cats, or small birds

who came to rest on a bench after a long journey Or sometimes it was empty for hours.

There are many other things that make the picture in front of me, seen from the same bench, never the same.

And it was on that day that I started to look at the scenery from a different angle. That day was a day when there were a lot of people visiting the park. All the benches were occupied. There was only room for one person on the bench I was sitting on.

That person walked and stopped in front of me, wearing the same school uniform. But he was dressed neatly and completely unlike me. What about the school bag that has stuff in it that's piled up? 'Carrying a heavy bag like that, aren't you afraid of breaking your back?' I was curious and wanted to ask, but all I got was a thought.

But it's more interesting than those things mentioned above. It must have been his eyes and smile that were so bright that I thought there was another sun here. The person in front of me was small. It's much smaller than me. The face is cute and adorable. Another thing that I'm interested in and curious about is his body.

If a strong wind blows, will he be blown away by the wind?

'I'd like to sit with you, please. I guarantee that it won't distract you from drawing.'

He moved those beautiful thin lips and spoke politely to me. So polite that people who are as rough as sandpaper like me can't say anything. He just nodded slowly and moved himself and his belongings closer to one side to make more room. He thanked him and sat down, placing his bag on the space between us. Then he took out a beautiful book with a thick cover and continued reading on the bookmarked page.

Looking at him from this close allowed me to see the other person's face very clearly. It can be said that you can see the whole body. I saw everything that he was doing.

His two hands and slender fingers held the book firmly. Both eyes stared at it and read it intently without looking away. It was like he had forgotten that I was still sitting here next to him. It was like he had fallen into another world that he had created for himself. He has a better personality than most other kids his age, including me.

He looked like a clean person. When sitting with a straight and elegant back

He must have been raised by his family to have good manners. To be able to look good both outside and inside like this

I wonder if I secretly looked at him for too long. I felt it again when he turned and smiled at me. My heart skipped a beat. I had to quickly turn away, as if an adult had caught me doing something secretive. It was as if my face would become so hot that it would turn red again.

But if it were anyone else, you would have probably already thought about why you were looking at his face. Are you going to find trouble? Instead, he smiled at me and moved closer to talk about the Ajisai flowers I had drawn in my notebook. Can I think to myself that he is secretly looking at me too?

As I said, we are in the same school. He will graduate and take the university entrance exam in less than a year. As for me, I still have to study high school for another year. Who would have thought that a face so young would actually be older than me? But that means he and I only have a short time left and we have to say goodbye.

Unless I'm willing to invest in getting into the same university as him.

He told me that he really liked Ajisai flowers. In the garden and around the fence around the house, he planted them. He doesn't like the rainy season because the rain and humidity in the air can make the books he loves wet.

But he likes Ajisai that only blooms in the rainy season. Because every time it rains, I have to sit at home and read a book. He looked out the window and saw countless raindrops falling from the sky and hitting Ajisai. It made him feel calm. Concentrate on reading and accidentally smile all alone. It's like you're watching a musical.

In his orange bedroom, instead of wallpaper, there were dozens of ceiling-high dark brown bookshelves. And every shelf was filled with books. Both textbooks from elementary school Exam preparation books and novels

Most of the items on the shelf were his favorite definitions, like detective stories like Sherlock Holmes or teenage romances that today's kids like to read. The latter is the most common and is not the love of a man and a woman at all. That made me secretly feel a little hope in my heart.

Because he and I talked quite comfortably or I just thought about myself, I don't know. Makes us closer together more quickly. Even though the pronouns used to refer to each person sound rather distant. I represented myself and he said I was with her. And he represents himself and I say we are with her. It doesn't sound like they're close at all.

We often meet up at the park like this. Sometimes it's almost every day that the same person meets at the same park. On the same bench at the same time, but it was me who looked different. My friend told me so. That I have changed

I wasn't around to play phone games with them in the evenings after school like usual. When the bell rang to announce the end of class time, I hurriedly carried the backpack on my back. He casually waved goodbye to his friends and hurried off without saying a word to them. I just found out that now I am like that through their words.

Each time we meet He always brought one of his favorite books that he had just finished reading for me. Even though I'm a person who doesn't like to read books. I'm far from a bookworm, but I was able to read a love novel as thick as a graduation book in a matter of hours. At most, not more than one day from now. It's incredible.

It seems that I already like what he loves. and probably came to like him too

There were never pictures of people in my sketchbooks, other than flowers, trees, small animals, or landscapes I saw before my eyes. But now I'm starting to look at the person sitting next to me reading a book instead.

I drew pictures of him in various poses, some reading, some sleeping, some smiling. From one picture to two, then three, before I knew it, I had pictures of him superimposed on Ajisai in the background all over the notebook. Until I had to buy a new book. Its cover has been decorated well. Until it looks better than the middle school yearbook.

I never thought that one person could influence us this much. He made a huge difference in my life. From someone who has little interest in interacting with those around him and keeping things like me. It turns out that now I am interested in him and miss him a lot.

There is never a day when I lay my head on the pillow. Close your eyes and no image of his face pops up in your head. When we're apart, there isn't a day that goes by that I don't talk to him on the phone, the last person before bed and the first person when I wake up in the morning.

Before I knew it...I had him in every moment of my life. Thinking about it, I couldn't help but blush until my face lit up.

We are stuck together more than Patongko. I miss him all the time. We were together all morning, noon and evening, from before lining up to salute the national flag. When changing classrooms, I pretended to walk past his classroom to see his face, even for a second. Even if it's a very roundabout walk. At lunchtime, I drag my friend to sit and eat food near his group every day.

To the point that sometimes he secretly wonders if his friends will be bothered at all. After school, I waited and walked to the park with him. When we had to part ways to go home, I took a taxi to take him all the way to his house and then took a bus to my own house.

But if we don't meet face to face in the real world, like on days when he's sick or when it's raining, at least I get to see him on the phone or in the social world. There must be a way for us to meet. Otherwise, I probably wouldn't be able to eat or sleep. Well, people miss it. What can I do?

Even on special days, we are always together. Long holidays, Loy Krathong Day, Christmas Day, New Year's Eve, New Year's Day, I received gifts from him. He got a gift from me. Will it be a matter of suffering or a matter of happiness? We talk about everything. Know everything, every nook and cranny.

Unfortunately, when a friend asked me what his relationship with me was. I felt like something was stuck in my throat and I couldn't speak. And I don't have and can't find the answer to the question of what we are.

Whether it's siblings or not. Whether it's friends or not. I'm not sure if I'm a fan. We're only almost a year apart. But since I'm happy right now, why should I care what we're like? Thinking like that, I acted like normal and didn't care about that vicious question. Just thinking about it gives me a headache.

But as they say, happy times always pass quickly. It's true! I opened my eyes and woke up again, that day had already arrived. Where are you going so fast? So sensitive that I thought it was a fabricated story.

’14 February, final orientation day Mathayom 6 students'

yes ! This year's last day falls on Valentine's Day. When I found out my schedule, I saved up money to buy a big brown teddy bear that I couldn't hug with my two arms. And a sketchbook that was just him, along with a hand-written letter and a white rose, were given as congratulatory gifts for him on graduation.

I chose white and not red because I didn't expect the answer I would get. I think I've made up my mind.

'I like you, you are my boyfriend'

Instead of giving him a present at school I chose to wait for his gift at the park at the same bench. The place where the story of our entire relationship began.

He took it and placed it in the empty space of the bench. I spoke an important sentence without him being aware and stopping. Stopping everything he was doing and slowly turning to look at me, he stared into my eyes as if finding teasing in them. But it's not there at all.

This sentence is an important sentence for us. Because it will be like a compass that tells the path of my relationship with him what will be next. will be able to move forward Or we separated and walked until we reached the end of the story.

He still didn't say anything, instead choosing to draw a faint smile on his face. and caressed the gift I gave her with gentle but trembling eyes, looking sad, like she was about to cry. Then he spoke in a trembling voice. With clear tears flowing down both sides of his cheeks.

'thank you for the gift Thank you for the good feelings you have given us. But right now...we think we're not ready yet. Can we be brothers like before?'

He smiled at me through tears. I don't like his tears, damn it.

I didn't answer, didn't say anything, but pulled him into a tight hug and rubbed his back to comfort him. Keep telling him it's okay over and over until he stops crying. He pulled and tore my shirt until it was wrinkled. Hold me tighter I cried for a long time to stop.

At first, I planned to just sit and draw a picture of him and the teddy bear. But when I actually encountered the rejection, I admit that even though I thought I had done a very good job of accepting it. I also felt like I had been punched until I couldn't move. So I chose to take him by taxi to take him home instead.

After that day At first, he and I still behaved the same way. But if I were to say it correctly, it would probably be called trying to force it to do it the way it was before. I knew that our relationship was beginning to falter and crack. Ready to collapse at any time. It's going to change little by little. When there is discomfort living with you because you don't know how to behave.

The distance between us increased. The words we spoke to each other decreased.

Until finally the day came when he didn't show his face to me again. It was as if the reality of the past had only been a long dream. He and I had never known each other and had never existed in each other's lives before. Leaving only the happiness that we once had The sadness I received Various memories about him

There are many pictures of him in sketchbooks. And only the Ajisai flowers that we like

There are many questions in my head. Why did I feel such pain as if hundreds of thousands of needles were being stabbed into the lump in my left breast? Why does my heart always feel like it's raining? Even though before it was still bright like spring. And when will that brightness come back to my heart again?

All I did wasn't good enough, right? Why has my life changed again? At first there was no one and he came in. And now he disappeared again.

I really can't forget the Ajisai flower. Even if I hate it, I can't help it.

Our lives must have become ajisai flowers, right?

Ajisai flower that means change

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