God, you were like a dream come true. Kokomi had always thought you looked so.. blissful, so pretty. She always found herself spacing out just looking at you. You were so perfect.

It was the middle of English class — but she wasn’t focusing at all. Her face was buried halfway in a book, staring at you with a faint blush across her cheeks. The way your hair fell over your shoulders.. your gorgeous face, your lips. Oh..