Prologue

He was my senior by 2 years. Tall, slim body, broad shoulders, clean cut facial features, dark, deep yet soft eyes and raven black hair. His glasses accentuated his already bright face, giving him the air of intelligence and maturity suited for his age. He was funny, smart, caring, trustworthy, loyal, sociable for appearances but locked up inside. A perfect person? For some, he might not be to their taste for being too submissive or to those with a sharp eye, too fake. But to me, he was a world of wonders, a maze to be conquered and upon getting lost in that intricate maze, I found my ideal.

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High school. For a normal girl, it was time to blossom, to discover, to grow up and learn to love. For me? Well, you could just say that it was just few other years of carefree school life, waiting for doomsday when I’ll be shipped off to university and start my life as a “legitimate and responsible adult”. Somewhere, deep inside I also yearned to experience love and the feeling of being loved but I knew for sure that would never happen…

My elementary life was uneventful but very happily spent with friends. I lived by instinct, ate, slept and played till my heart’s content.

Middle school was a rough, but I pulled through, barely. It had left me, as others viewed it: lacking in emotion, wounded and quiet. I was nothing more than empty shell in their eyes. Spiritually, I used to be strong and willful but after relentless stabs of words that were like knives, my soul was worn but my mind, though weary, was sharper than ever. I became less naïve, less trusting and less open to people. I thought I would become even stronger, full of motivation for self-gratification (proving my self-worth) and driven by feelings of revenge. However, to the contrary, my whole self plunged into being emotionless all the while. It was as if a void had formed inside of me and I was endlessly falling into that deep dark pit of nothing. Emerging, I found myself numb, all senses dulled with only embers of feelings that were waiting to be rekindled, waiting to burst into fire, once again.

High school was to be my escape route, my salvation. I was to lose myself again in trivial things like dealing with teachers, homework, going out of my way to make myself invisible and forget about what happened, about the aching void inside of me – or so I thought…. As fate would have it, I never got the privilege to be invisible and close myself up. High school was just the setting, and instead, he was my salvation...

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A/N: This highschool setting only has 3 years: Freshman, Junior, Senior - respectively 10th grade, 11th grade and 12th grade. Chap 1 will be uploaded shortly. Please fell free to comment on anything because I feel I'm in great need for criticism. Thank you, enjoy ~