30 Nymphea

*"Hey..."*

*I looked back at the voice who called me. It wasn't Sakura so I felt disappointed and turned my back.*

*"Wait, Eimi... I have something to ask you."*

*"Nope, I don't want to hear it."*

*Thinking about it, I was always like this when I was a child. I could easily say 'no' to the things that I don't like. I wonder if that thing had changed today? Perhaps, I'm still the same as I was except for the exceptions I had for Fujihara Sakura.*

*"Just this one, I just need your help."*

*I turned to face the familiar boy. His spiky hair looked as peculiar as the first time I saw it. I could still remember the shock that I'd felt when I found out that he wasn't struck by lightning as everyone said. I suppose I should start doubting other people. What a way to develop a trust issue...*

*I sighed and conceded my defeat. It was also quite annoying when someone followed you all day long calling me hence I crossed my arm and furrowed my brows.*

*"So?"*

*He froze and in an instant, his face shone brightly. Not that it actually happened, of course.*

*"You will listen to me? Really? I mean..." he frantically said as he threw his arms in every direction.*

*I considered taking back my words and leaving him there but... Guess, it wouldn't hurt to listen to him for a second.*

*I watched him gather his courage and finally...*

*"It's about the Ferris wheel..."*

When I woke up, I felt some sort of unpleasantness creeping on my back. Although my room had enough temperature, I woke up that morning with sweats clinging to my skin.

*I just had an unpleasant dream,* I thought.

A dream that I knew would fade from my memories but remained as regret in my heart.

The moment I stepped outside the house, I suddenly felt the atmosphere fall onto my shoulder. Thoughts started showering in my head to the point that I repeatedly checked myself with my hand size mirror, making sure that I look, in the least, presentable.

*Is my hair look good? Oh... My clothes...will she like them?*

Restlessly, I pinched everything that I thought might have something wrong. Anxiety came pouring at me as I walked to the nearest bus stop.

"Not good..." I muttered under my breath as I felt something swirling inside my stomach.

To be honest, I wouldn't feel like this if Sakura just asked me to hang out but... "Date, you say..." It was as if we had a deep relationship going on with us but in reality, I could feel that Sakura was still putting a distance between us. Of course, even I could notice that.

I inhaled a lot of air and clapped my cheeks. I could feel some sort of murkiness forming inside my chest. Having no assurance certainly made people overthink things. It kept bugging one's mind until they found themselves buried under their thoughts. Then again, what kind of assurance did I want? *What do I really want from Fujihara Sakura?* I asked myself as I mounted the bus and let it take me to my destination.