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The sun began to rise up and over the horizon, and he looked at me. His eyes were fixed on mine, his mouth curled in a smile. I smiled back, my eyes glistening in the sunrise. What I didn't expect at that moment, was his face leaning towards mine. Suddenly, the world stopped as his lips pressed to mine, sparks flying instantly in my heart. I didn't want this precious moment to end.
It was my teacher. It was my teacher who had been there to the end. It was my teacher who had been there when it all crashed down. I cannot believe that after everything, the one person to stand by me till the very end was my teacher. He stood by me, longer then my parents ever would. He is the one person that knows everything about me, and the one person I can tell everything to. That one person, is my teacher, and my teacher is God.
After being teased by the nagging Hitachiin twins, Tamaki retreated to his solemn corner of woe. Tamaki couldn't stand when they made fun of his mind theater, so his only choice was to sit in his corner of woe and pout. Once the twins started to laugh at him, he came out of his corner and yelled at them, fuming.
He couldn't forget, and that is what irked him. He tried everything, to forget one single memory that haunted his mind and soul. How could he? Yet, how could he not? He bit his bottom lip until blood oozed from its chapped surface. He could not give up. This memory had to be forgotten, but in the end it wasn't worth forgetting.
I imagine his soul as a painting. A beautiful abstract painting, with shapes and colors bursting from the canvas. I can't help but stare at this beautiful painting. It overtakes my own soul with joy that is unexplainable. I want you to see this painting; this painting that has collided with my own.
I couldn't help but notice the boy standing by the chalkboard. I got goosebumps the longer I stared, and I realized suddenly that he was staring back. I wanted to go up to him, to ask him where he had been, but all I could do was stare. I remembered clearly that one stormy night that his hand had been intertwined with mine, and how we had sat on the porch and watched the storm. It had faded away fast as he left, and I began to miss it.
I turned the radio down, my heart pounding so loudly I was sure my little brother who was sitting next to me could hear it. I've never been in a tornado before, but they terrified me. Now, on the radio was a siren loud and clear. We had to get somewhere safe. Why weren't my parents home yet? I have to keep Johnny safe, he's the only thing keeping me sane.
The limo was significant to me, but I couldn't remember how. I stared at the blinding white ceiling that haunted my every day in the darn hospital. I wracked my brain to remember what the limo meant to me, and suddenly it all came rushing back. I needed that limo, to hold on to hope. To give me the courage I needed to return to Earth. To return to consciousness.