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I look into my snapshots from my polaroid and admired how the scenery came out. Not that I'm a grand photographer or anything but taking pictures has been a hobby since highschool for me. I always loved to tinker around with different photography formats but polaroids always gave me the best thrills.
The way they captured and produced instant products full of nostalgic appearances, I loved it. Thus I joined the photography club and can't say I'm not enjoying myself. I hum a song under my breath and start sorting out the pictures I've taken-- oh, I forgot about this one.
The snapshot in my hand held a bright light. Well I could call him the light of my life -ahem mushy I know. He looked so bright though, holding his game shirt around his neck, sweating all over yet smiling a victorious laugh as his teammates hovered over him in excitement. The idiot sure kept his word. He got in the official team!
I did go, of course I would. Our friends did too, even the meek Yuki-kun. Having gone there I thought of approaching my group and settle down to cheer together. But then I..
"Damn you're throwing up quite some dirt, buddy! Guess who's winning? " grinned Ryouta slapping an arm on Haru's back from the bleachers.
"Trear, Treat!" Kai yelled. "Hold your horses I've still got more moves to show off" -typical Haru.
"So hey where's Is-" Haru couldn't finish when a feminine hand reached over his shoulder to grab onto him.
"Haru-kun, congratulations! You're gonna win right? " came the sweet voice of an equally pretty girl. She only came up to Haru's chest maybe, a confident posture and kind eyes. Grin on her face, friendly.
"Kuri-chan! of course of course! I'll win this one for you, ya?" winked Haruto.
I backtracked right on that moment. I saw them introducing each other and soon after they dispersed as the match was still on.
I didn't leave though. I'm selfish like that, Haru's important match and how could I leave? For the rest of the match I stayed on the far corner, out of my friends sight and also Haruto's. I cheered him on yet couldn't help feel how my cheers were probably not needed. After all, there were others for him..damn self pity doesn't suit me.
I waited long enough to capture the happy memory of victory, and hid it to keep for myself. If the others could have you so openly at least I get to keep you secretly right?
It's said photos are transparent, they show the real reflection of someone. I wish, I could be transparent like that. In all my soul and body, I didn't need to hide anymore but actually be able to truly illustrate my being. To let you know, how much you meant to me.
I couldn't help but imagine back to the scene of Him and 'Her'. Kuri-chan hah? She...will suit Haru...
How untrue that was for me.