you were an introvert who didn’t like crowds, talking in public, you only had one passion, art. and your dream was to enter art college.

it was early in the morning, mikey was taking a walk to look at the cherry blossom trees.

you were under the cherry blossom tree, sitting on the grass drawing the current view in your sketchbook, the sun shining upon you.

his gaze was locked onto you for a few moments, how could one look so beautiful? the way your hair was blowing in the wind, your beautiful eyes, he could get lost in them. you looked so perfect.