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When the first snow fell, Misha the Dragon was in his big but comfy cave. He somehow managed to get his place's warm enough for himself. After adjusting his tail, Misha began to sleep since it's night time already.

That was when he hear a rustling sound near him.

Misha didn't keep a pet, no. He was -is- a good dragon, and he didn't eat friends. So, where was this sound came from?

Apparently it was from a little rabbit that sneaked into Misha's cave for warmth. Its long ears shivered, its fluffy tail was not fluffy anymore. Being a good dragon, Misha let the rabbit sat with him inside his cave.

Then Misha learned that the rabbit's name was Dean. Dean actually got lost after he run after a cute bird. When he realized that he lost his way, the night time was already coming.

"Poor you," Misha said pitifully. "You can stay here until tomorrow, then!"

Then they spent the night together, with warm foot and friendly companion.

But then the light snowfall turned into very very bad snowfall. Dean sat sadly in front of the cave's opening, his eyes following the snow movement in front of him. At this rate, even if it was broad daylight, he wouldn't know his way back home.

Then Misha came with two warm cups of tea, and said that Dean could spend another night with him today. With a snowstorm like this, Misha himself couldn't go outside his cave, and his friends also too, so Dean's company would be a great thing for him.

Gladly, Dean picked the pink coloured cup, and, yes, he agreed to spent one more night.

They spent the whole afternoon with jokes, small games, and even Misha showed his cooking skill to Dean. They also baked chocolate cookies together. Misha was so happy, and when the night came, they curled up together and fell asleep.

The snowstorm was over on the next morning. Dean hopped outside the cave happily. Now he can made his way home. He was about to leave when Misha tapped his tail to Dean's ear. He made a package of tea and the cookies they made yesterday.

"Will you come here again? To visit me?" Misha blinked.

"Of course!" Dean jumped closer to Misha and asked him to move his head closer to the ground. They rubbed their nose together. "Of course I will visit you! You're my best friend now!"

Misha nodded. He felt relieved. Dean was so fun to hang out with, and Misha didn't want to lose his new friend.

"See you next time, then, Dean," Misha said.

"See you next time, for sure," Dean smiled.

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“I am sorry,”

Ashlex didn’t turn his head. “What?”

Hector sighed. “I said, I am sorry.”

“For what?”

Hector didn’t answer right away. He had been staring at Ashlex who locked his gaze to outside the window. He knew that Ashlex knew. They were friends for ten years; Hector knew everything about Ashlex like the back of his own hand.

The spring’s wind came in through the window. It didn’t carry sweet smells of flower petals, it was humid and plain. There were chickens on the yard. Their claws were buried under the damp soil. They were not as noisy as usual, Ashlex thought.

“Ash, I am sorry.”

“I heard you.”

Hector breathed in. He rubbed his own temple.

“I thought you need to go?” Ashlex said. “I thought you were waiting for the train? It’s one thirty already.”

Hector looked up to the grandfather clock in the corner of the room. Ashlex was right. If he didn’t hurry he would miss the train.

“Go, Hector. What are you waiting for?”






He touched the scars on his left arm. It was hidden by his clothes, but he could feel it. The long red marks, as if a hawk scratched its talons to his arm. Hector remembered how the pain was, how the blood fell to the carpet. The stain was still there, he was sure.

Hector closed his eyes and enjoyed the train ride.






He said he wanted to settle down everything. He built the latter’s hopes up. But Ashlex didn’t keep his promise.

Hector’s face was blue at that time. Ashlex didn’t mean to strangle him to death. Well, Hector didn’t die, but he threw up in the carpet right after Ashlex released his hands.

This morning, Hector said sorry for the last time. He said he was accepted by a company in the town. He needed to leave the manor, and he said he didn’t want to leave Ashlex alone.

Ashlex loved his house. As much as he loved Hector, he still loved his house more. He loved every single thing inside there; the stairs, the piano room, the old books in the library, everything. When Hector didn’t ask him to go with him to the town, he felt relieved instead of worried.

But then Hector needed his punishment.

Ashlex knew Hector had some girls in the town. He didn’t exactly know who and how many, he just know. Was he gotten tired of Ashlex? He didn’t care. Hector was Ash’s and Ash was Hector’s, as long as the scars on Hector’s left arm didn’t fade.







“Goodbye, Ash.”

“No, not goodbye, Hec. You will come back to this house again, won’t you?”

There was a pain crossed in Hector’s face. Ashlex saw it.

“I don’t know.” Hector admitted.

The sounds of clock’s hand strangely became so loud at that time. Ashlex still stared outside the window. His hand clutched to his white shirt so tight, it might ripped. Hector saw it.

Hector walked closer to Ashlex. He brushed his fingers through Ashlex silver hair. It was smooth like usual. It might be the last time Hector touched Ash’s hair like that. Slowly, he slipped his arms to Ashlex’s slender body, and carefully draw him closer.

“You know that I love you, right?”

Hector kissed Ash’s hair. The scent of him filled his nose immediately. “I know.”

They stayed like that for a while until Ashlex pulled himself. “Go, Hector. What are you waiting for?”

Ashlex could see the excitement inside Hector’s eyes. He didn’t know whether it was because of his new job or his freedom. He didn’t know and he didn’t care.







As Ashlex saw his friend walk through the gate, he felt something sticky on his fingers. It was the last time he could felt Hector’s blood on his fingers. After this ten years of warm and welcoming home, now Ashlex was all alone in his manor. There wouldn’t be another fancy nights or thrilling morning.

The day when Hector wandered into Ashlex’s manor was a miracle. Now the miracle itself was gone, as quick as the way it was coming. But Ashlex regretted nothing. After ten years of his own way of loving and caring, he realized that Hector was too young for his taste. Someone could love him more than Ashlex, better than Ashlex.

He would just wait for another lost boy to came into his manor again. Ashlex had as plenty time as eternity to wait.












inspired by Troye Sivan's Lost Boy.
I'm not sorry if this story is not making sense at all - the idea just came up in my mind in the middle of physic study time. I would rather writing this than study this complicated thing.

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Dia berada di tengah-tengah ketiadaan.
Atau setidaknya ia merasa begitu. Perasaannya campur aduk, segala-galanya terasa kacau baginya saat ini. Dia sedang duduk di tengah-tengah sebuah ruangan berdinding putih. Lantainya yang juga berwarna putih terasa dingin ketika disentuh. Tidak ada orang lain di ruangan itu, hanya dia seorang diri.

Lalu tiba-tiba muncul seseorang berperawakan tinggi entah dari mana. Ruangan itu sepertinya tak berpintu. Sepertinya orang itu menembus dinding. Orang itu kemudian duduk berhadap-hadapan dengannya.

"Apakah kau melihat bintang?" begitu tanyanya. Suaranya tidak berat dan tidak ringan. Suaranya datar dan, anehnya, terasa menghangatkan.

Begitu orang itu berkata 'melihat bintang', tiba-tiba dari langit-langit berjatuhan benda berbentuk segi sepuluh yang berkilauan. Benda yang menyerupai bintang itu berdenting-denting ketika menyentuh lantai. Orang itu tersenyum melihat 'bintang' yang berjatuhan itu.

Apakah orang ini juga kacau? Pikirnya. Dia sangat terkejut ketika melihat 'bintang-bintang' itu berjatuhan dari langit-langit, tetapi sepertinya orang di depannya itu tidak terkejut sama sekali.

Lalu kemudian orang itu berdiri dan menjauh. Dia sendirian lagi.

Ketika dia mengedipkan mata untuk yang kesekian kalinya, mendadak ruangan itu berubah warna menjadi biru. Warna birunya seakan-akan sangat hidup, bagaikan warna biru air laut yang bergerak-gerak pelan. Dia mengerutkan dahinya. Sepertinya ruangan ini familiar.

"Coba beritahu aku, apakah kau melihat langit?"

Terdengar suara dari arah belakang anak itu. Terlihatlah seseorang lain, yang memakai kemeja biru muda berkerah. Sepertinya orang ini dokter.

Ketika orang yang ini mengatakan 'melihat langit', warna biru yang berada di langit-langit perlahan membuka, seperti ada tangan-tangan tak kasat mata yang menghapus warnanya dari tengah. Kemudian dari warna putih di tengah-tengah itu muncullah bentuk-bentuk awan yang kemudian berjatuhan, sama persis seperti 'bintang' tadi.

Dia mengerutkan dahinya. Sebenarnya apa arti semua ini?

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"So, what? It's not like I believe in that thing, anyway."

Lily rolled her eyes. "Look, I already told you before, it's me who believe that and I had such a creepy feeling about you. It doesn't matter if you don't believe me, though,"

"Then you don't have to waste your time here, Lily! For God's sake-"

"But I care for you!" Lily's eyes sparked. "You're my best friend so I think you might be in some dangerous situation or something..."

"Well, thank you very much, but, no. Please go back to your class, Lily,"

Lily crunched her nose and got up from the chair. She walked to the door, and waved a good-bye kiss to Clare. "Don't say that I didn't warn you before! Good bye!"

Clare huffed. Her nap was intruded by Lily, her childhood friend who happened to study in the same high school as her. They were going to different secondary school, and made no contact before they met again in this school.

Friday the thirteenth, Clare thought. There's nothing called bad luck in this day. Bad luck is everywhere and everytime, not just in this day.

The class' bell rank, and she muttered something about tired and sleepy.

- - -

It was raining outside. The nice thing to do was hid yourself under a thick blanket, with a hot chocolate in your hand, and a laptop playing a movie. But Clare sat inside an aircon-ed room, with her clothes soaked wet because of rain.

She just walked outside her school building when the rain started. With nothing to protect her from it, she ran randomly into the houses nearby, and found an abandoned small shop with a glass window. Lucky, the front door wasn't locked. She barged inside, and suddenly the lights were turning on.

"Uhm, hello?" Clare shivered. Her wet uniform was bad enough even without the aircon. "I'm sorry I'm going in without permission, I just need place to... Hello?"

There was nothing.

Clare raised her shoulder in annoyance. Well, she thought, it's not like I'm going to steal something.

But it was nothing to be stolen, actually. The shop was nearly empty, except for a glass table in the middle of the room. And the aircon.

She needed to go back home now. With her wet uniform, she could get a hypothermia inside this small shop. She prefer became wet than die because of the cold.

Not lucky for her, the front door was locked. Bloody hell, she cursed. She didn't remember there's any other living things but her in this room. Then how on earth the door was locked?

Today is Friday the thirteenth.

Clare hissed. She didn't believe in such thing. This must be a bad luck, not because of the particular date. She sat in front of the glass window, circled her own arm to her body to increased the heat. Not helping too much, but better than nothing.

She could see the main road from her position. Mostly cars on the road, because they didn't need to worry about rain. There were still brave people, who fought the rain and got soaked just like her. And there was Lily.

She walked inside the rain with no umbrella. Her long blonde hair was wet, clung to her shoulder like a glue. Clare rushed to the window and tried to get Lily's attention. She could free her from this damned place, she hoped. She knocked the window harshly with one hand, while the other hand was waving.

And Lily turned her head. She noticed Clare, and her expression lit up. She crossed the road and-

today is Friday the thirteenth.

-a car hit her abruptly. Clare couldn't scream. Her mouth gaped in shock. She froze in her spot, her eyes focused on Lily's now lifeless body in the road. Then like she had been switched on, she tried to open the door, but she failed.

"Lily!" She screamed. Her voice echoed in the empty room. "Lily! Lily! Oh my God..."

No one seemed to notice the incident. The car which hit Lily earlier was nowhere to seen. Ran off, probably.

Clare still tried to broke the door handle. Normally she could actually break it, but she was not in the good shape; soaked wet and the aircon...

Outside, Lily's body was coughing out blood. The red and sticky liquid was splattered everywhere.

"Lily..." Clare stopped trying, she slumped on to the cold floor. It must be the hypothermia attack. She felt so weak. The floor twirled beneath her feet. Her nails were purple. There was a buzz inside her ears, and she thought she heard someone talking. Her vision blurred.

Oh, she thought. What a nice firefly.

And then pitch black.















"What is it, Honey?"

"I thought I heard something downstairs."

"Should we go to check it?"

"Nah, I can check it myself."

"Okay, be careful."

Thud. Thud. Thud.

His footsteps against the floor were loud. He glanced at his wife once before he went downstairs. It was raining outside and they decided to do a movie marathon. His wife was making two cups of coffee at the moment.

Maybe it was a stray dog, he thought. His shop wasn't open since two years ago; they didn't have much money to run the shop again. Nobody entered the empty room except two of them. Well, it was their home anyway.

Slowly, he entered his shop. Nothing could be seen. He was about to head upstairs when he saw something moving.

Something huge and black.

It screamed in front of the window, making noises, it seemed that the thing want to go outside but it can't open the window.

What the fuck.

He remembered he owned a baseball stick. Without a sound, he headed upstairs to pick his bat. Where was it? On the storage room? Or his room?

"Honey, what are you-?"

"Ssh. Don't make noises."

His wife nodded. She wrinkled her eyebrows, her eyes questioned her husband, but she just stood still. She watched her husband disappeared behind the kitchen's door.

And he headed downstairs once again. The thing still sat in front of the window, still screaming, or making weird noises (maybe it's its way to scream?). Slowly, he walked closer to the thing. The black creature seems didn't realize his presence.

And, one, he counted silently.

Two. 

Three.

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I currently reading The Mortal Instrument's Series, though I already have the pdf. files for God-know-how-long, but when I accidentally re-watched its first movie on Fox and remember how charming and oddly handsome Jamie Campbell Bower as Jace, I felt like reading it. How selfish.

So, I was driving home this noon and suddenly I had something in mind that can be written, and here it is.
I don't think it will be long, maybe only a quick story with confusing character and problems, as usual.

And forgive the title.

cross-posted to my story site. 






What if everyone wants to die? The thought emerged in Luce's mind. He just saw one of the youngsters died this noon; hit by a large deep blue container truck, and flawlessly burst into sakura petals.

It was abnormally beautiful, if he set aside the hit-and-run accident and the death of that kid as well. It was like a scene in those animated movie; his head was turning into sakura petals right when the kid's head hit the truck. His whole body followed afterward.

Luce could see the container's driver shocked. From that height he obviously couldn't see the boy. He just surprised when suddenly a large amount of sakura petals burst in front of his window. Lucky that he could handle the truck well.

The old folks said, if you turned into a sakura, then your life is perfect. The goal of all Sun Children was a perfect life. But there's a lot of things that they should do before completing their life and became 'perfect'. That's why many of the youngsters doubted the statement at that time. How the heck can they turn into a flower? But with the Catherine Gray's suicide, their thought were full of the sakura petals which filled the Ritz Hotel's parking lot.

That was three weeks ago, and Luce already had four invitations to a 'suicide party' sent to him.

He himself didn't doubt the old folk's talk, and maybe that's why he didn't have any thought about killing himself. For a youngsters, Luce was always a bit odd. He always saw what everyone didn't, and hear what everyone didn't.

Most of the Sun Children died naturally. It was always the human who always had an unpleasant death. Killed, fell from a high places, traffic accidents.

Because, Luce thought when he showered that night, the human is weak.

Suicide was one of the thing that the Sun Children couldn't do. Suicide was a weakness thing to do. It was what a human would do. They would be as low as the human if they committed suicide.

What Catherine Gray did three weeks ago was really surprising for the old folks. There was no suicidal death tracked in the Sun Children history. At least until three weeks ago. Somebody said that she just wanted to prove the old folk's saying, but even Luce knew it was a weak excuse. There must be something bigger behind it.

What created chaos in the elders was being an exciting news for the youngsters. The Grimm's secret chamber was crowded that night. Some of the youngsters decided to talk about Catherine's suicide too, like the elders did in the council room, but they held it less formal. Every block's leader agreed that the Grimm's secret chamber would be safe for them to talk, or else the elder would know and punish them.

Sam Whiterby's father was in the council too. When he knew his father was going to that meeting, Sam set up a tiny and undetectable microphone on his dad's coat, so everyone in the secret chamber could hear things too.

Luce remember there were a lot of arguments after that.

"Such a filthy girl she is," Jesse Whiterby said. "I bet she doesn't know what 'low-as-human' means."

"But, Jesse," her brother murmured. "The old folks told us about the 'perfect life', don't they?"

What's the point in telling us that perfect life if suicide is forbidden, Luce thought. He was in the very corner of the chamber, all silent and look like he didn't interested in the topic. But his mind was active, he caught everything they said perfectly.

"It doesn't have to be a suicide," a boy stated, uncertain. "The old folks only said about us turning into sakuras, there's a lot of thing that can make us die."

"What a creative thinking," Sam whispered.

"So, we will have a perfect life if we, what, hit ourselves in front of a container truck?"

"Well, that can be tried,"

"It will be hurt a lot, you know," someone said, he laughed. "I mean, being hit by a truck. Last week my dog bite me and it hurts a lot."

"And, come on," Jesse spoke calmly. "There's still a long way to go, guys. We can complete our 'perfect life' safer than hit yourself to a truck,"

Their conversation ended in that statement, but Luce hardly believed that the suicide thing would vanish from their thought. That's why when he saw that kid was hit by a container truck that noon, all he did was laughing.

Maybe turning into sakuras wasn't a bad idea.

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She is leaving
And I can’t do anything
Love is leaving
Like a fool, I’m blankly standing here
On days where thin rain falls like today
I remember your shadow
Our memories that I secretly put in my drawer
I take them out and reminisce again by myself

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Beberapa jam sudah dia habiskan untuk memandang layar laptop usang itu dengan nanar. Menunggu. Dia menunggu untuk sesuatu hal yang tak pasti ia lakukan. Menunggu detik detik bergantinya hari. Menunggu agar kalender digital di desktopnya itu berubah tanggalnya. Menunggu tengah malam.

Sehari ini dia jalani dengan tidak semangat. Terlalu malu untuk ia akui sendiri bahwa yang membuatnya bertingkah seperti itu adalah satu diantara banyak anak yang mendapat dispensasi khusus itu. Pikirannya entah kemana saat pelajaran pertama. Ia mengutuk pelajaran kedua karena terasa terlalu lama. Pelajaran ketiga tidak ia perhatikan dengan cermat. Begitu bel pulang berbunyi, ia langsung kabur menuju parkiran untuk pulang secepatnya.

Ngebut. Terberkatilah siapapun yang bisa menghindar dari kecepatan motornya yang berlari diatas empat puluh kilometer perjam itu. Jaket merahnya melayang-layang terbawa angin. Tujuan utamanya sehari ini: pulang ke rumah. Entah mengapa rumah terasa sangat hangat dan menyenangkan baginya hari itu.

Dia mengalihkan pandangannya sebentar ke arah jam weker biru muda di atas mejanya. Masih dua jam lagi menuju tengah malam. Ia tinggalkan tempat duduk nyamannya sejenak untuk ke dapur, mengisi ulang gelas tingginya yang kosong sejak satu jam yang lalu.

Terkutuklah sebuah kata yang bernama 'menunggu' itu. Siapa yang suka menunggu? Pembuat penasaran, penghancur harapan, apalagi?
Menunggu adalah pekerjaan membosankan. Apalagi menunggu hal seperti ini.

Sebenarnya ada banyak rencana-rencana yang tersusun di dalam kepalanya. Seharusnya ada satu atau dua yang terwujud. Sesungguhnya ia memikirkan hal-hal yang muluk-muluk untuk menyambut bergantinya hari. Namun kenyataannya ia tetap bersembunyi seperti ini. Kenyatannya ia hanya melakukan satu hal kecil yang sangat tidak berarti. Sungguh hina.

Walaupun begitu, ia tulus melakukan hal kecil ini. Ia melakukannya karena hati, bukan karena sekedar formalitas. Ia mengerjakannya dengan ikhlas.

Sudah setengah jam lagi menuju detik-detik bergantinya hari. Dia memeriksa ulang segala-galanya dari awal. Apakah nyambung? Apakah akan dibaca? Dia memilih pilihan yang satu ini karena paling mudah dilakukan dan sepertinya tidak akan membongkar seluruh rahasianya.

Lima menit lagi. Ia mulai gelisah di tempat duduknya. Detik jam di depannya terasa melambat. Berhamburan sudah kuap yang ditahannya sejak tadi. Sabar, sebentar lagi, sedikit lagi.

Satu menit. Berkali-kali sudut matanya sengaja menangkap kotak kecil di pojok kiri bawah desktop. Enam puluh detik terasa sangat lama. Ia sudah menunggu lebih dari tiga jam, namun rasanya enam puluh detik ini lebih lama dari itu. Tanpa sadar ia menghitung mundur di dalam hatinya sejak menit-menit terakhir.

Mendadak ia ingat semua alasan kenapa ia rela menunggu berjam-jam di depan laptop usangnya ini. Ia ingat semua alasan kenapa ia langsung pulang begitu saja tadi siang. Ia ingat semua alasan kenapa ia memandangi kertas berisi nama-nama anak yang mendapat dispensasi itu tadi pagi. Ia ingat semua alasannya, jelas terpampang di dalam ingatannya.

Ia tersenyum. Aku terlalu pengecut, pikirnya. Aku terlalu mendramatisir. Lalu ia ketikkan kata-kata yang ia tunggu untuk dituliskan sejak berjam-jam yang lalu:








"Selamat Ulang Tahun."

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