"Ahh, what a summer holiday!"

This was the last day of my summer holiday. How sad. I don't usually go out with my friends. So, I ended up watching TV, reading manga, or I walk down the street when I have time to spare. To most people, it might seem like wasting their youth. But for me, I usually liked it when I do those sort of things that doesn't cause a lot of energy.

Watching TV have always been my favorite pastime of mine. It's not just the shows themselves, but a way they offer a brief escape from reality. I find myself drawn to genres like - slice-of-life series or a well-crafter realistic stories. Each shows gives me a temporary distraction from my daily life, wrapping me in a world where the most pressing concern is what happens next on the screen.

There's something comforting about it, especially when I'm good at reading manga. I've always liked slice-of-life, especially the ones like Barakamon. There's something soothing about watching them having a big smile, much like mine, where the biggest problem is how to spend the afternoon.

Then, there are romance series. They're different, and yet... I can't stop reading them. Maybe it's because, deep down, they reminds me of her. Even though I had already push those feelings away, it still creeped up to me whenever there was a page about broken relationship. The stories may be frictional, but they reflect something I've never quite let go.

I turned the page, my eyes skimming over the panels, but my mind was somewhere else. Her. No matter how many years had passed, I still loved her. But I never confess to her. I'd tried- so many times before middle school graduation. I remember the days when I'd psyched myself up, rehearsing the word in my head. "I love you". But when the moment came, the word was stuck in my throat. Even though it was just a simple word that had only 3 letters, it held a powerful meaning that had make me unable to say a word to her. Then, time ran out before I could find the courage.

As I closed the manga, my thoughts wondered back to the routine I'd been living- days filling with quite solitude and the comforting peaceful life I had. The start of the school year was around the corner, and with it, the usual pattern of waking up, attending classes, and going back to my own world after school.

But this year, my instinct are telling me that it is going to change. I'd heard rumors about a transfer student joining our class, and despite the effort, her remain still attached. I couldn't shake the feeling that this wasn't just any transfer student. But, I couldn't care less even if it's not her. I'd wish for her every time where a transfer student joined in. It's probably just my instinct had been desperate to meet her again.