Fʀɪᴅᴀʏ, 7:12ᴀᴍ, 12/10ᴛʜ, Lᴏɴᴅʀᴇs' ᴄʟᴏsᴇsᴛ ᴀɪʀᴘᴏʀᴛ.

"Promise you'll write me a letter every week?" You asked, saddened over the situation.

"I promise." The boy answered in a slightly joking tone.

You just be confused, no? Well, allow me to explain the story to you. The Wakabayashi family, a name known for its riches. The new generation of the same was composed by three boys. Eiji Wakabayashi, the older brother, Suichi Wakabayashi, the middle brother, and Benji Wakabayashi, the youngest and probably the most spoiled too. After asking many many gifts that no one could even imagine, the boy decides he wanted ti be the best goalkeeper in the world, and in a swift motion, he asked his father, which gladly found him a mentor in Japan. It was now te to leave, you still weren't sure of how things would turn out, and you didn't want to be far away from your boyfriend, you were just eleven after all. With nothing else to do beside accepting, you two said your goodbyes as you hoped he would keep writting for you.

Wᴇᴅɴᴇsᴅᴀʏ, 14:37ᴘᴍ, 7/14ᴛʜ, ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴏᴜsᴇ.

You sighed, sitting on your room's balcony with your usual cup of tea. It was just a normal life after all, some years you haven't heard a word about Wakabayashi, he wasn't writting to you neither. It saddened you a bit when you remembered him, feeling that sensation of miss. But there was nothing you could do, it had been four years, your last option was to wait for your so called Romeo come and get you out of this boring schedule you had gotten yourself into.