He is standing right in front of me .

It's been so long that I almost don't recognise him . Almost . Perhaps, because a part of me doesn't want to recognise this boy . I step back and take a deep breath . It's 7:06 AM on my wrist.w.a.tch . There is a mixed scent of coffee and burned toast in the air .

He looks the same . Slender and Tall . Pale skin . Dark hair . He is a foot taller than me . His dark hair is messy . His honey brown eyes have a hint of sadness and longing, but there is that almost smile on his pink lips . Back then, I fell for that almost smile . I didn't know how much I was craving to see it again .

I want to make him smile . I want him to smile for me .

"Miss, do you know the way to H high school?" He asks and smiles . I realise how much I have wanted to hear his soft voice again .

I don't reply . It's just a dream . I don't care about following the script . I want to stay in this moment and see him . I don't want anything else at this moment .

"Miss?" His smile falters a bit . "Are you okay?" He waves his long fingers in front of my face .

I take a deep breath again and close my eyes . That's it . If I die, I don't have regret . If this is heaven, then I want this moment to stop .

The moment doesn't stop . The boy keeps asking if something is wrong .

"Umm . . . " I feel a bit awkward and foolishly question him . "Don't you recognise me?"

Honestly, it's been too long . The script is the same . It's the same day when I see him for the first time . But, why should I follow the script? This is clearly a dream . If it's a play created by the mind, shouldn't he recognise me? Unless my mind wants me to follow the script like a s.a.d.i.s.t . I am not a m.a.s.o.c.h.i.s.t . So, I will break this chain of events .

The boy looks into my eyes . "Have we met before?"

"I . . . " There is something wrong here . Should I just tell him the way to high school? Usually, I wake up as soon as I realise that it's a dream . Why I am not waking up?

"It's just a dream," I tell myself and decide not to worry . He hears me and looks confused at first . I let out a chuckle when I see him making his 'thinking' face again . He beams at me when he hears me laughing .

"It's not, miss . " He pinches my cheeks . I cry out in pain . It really hurts . It's not a dream? I stare hard at him .

"It's not a dream . " He pinches my other cheek . "You are not dreaming, miss . Can you tell me the way to H high school?"

What? Wait, why is he still pinching my cheeks? It hurts like h.e.l.l . My cheeks are not for pinching . First love or not, he doesn't have the right to pinch my cheeks like this . All right?

"Are you awake, miss?" He grins . His eyes are full of mirth . I bite my lower lip . This guy is still pinching my cheeks . Why did I forget about his cracked personality? Even in my dreams, he is slightly broken in the head .

"Hey, you!" I hear a familiar voice . I look behind the boy who is still pinching my cheeks like they are rubber b.a.l.l.s . "What are you doing to Aisa, pervert?"

I frown when I see her . It's my friend, w.a.n.g Mei . She looks somewhere around fifteen . She is a few inches shorter than me, but she can beat up people who are double her height . This girl is the second daughter of the mafia head, w.a.n.g Feng . Her hair is dyed red . Her eyes are grey like the rain clouds . After she becomes the mafia head, she chooses to break off our friends.h.i.+p .

In the next moment, everything happens like a movie . It doesn't follow the script of my life at all .

"Pervert! Pervert! Pervert!" w.a.n.g Mei yells at the top of her lungs and runs like a cheetah . I try to step back, but the boy is still holding my cheeks while looking at w.a.n.g Mei with a shocked expression .

She jumps like an Olympic athlete and launches her iron kick that is aiming at the boy's head . I feel like everything is slowing down by ten times . Just before her foot can touch the boy's head, the boy s.h.i.+fts his body and it comes at my face instead .

On this fateful day, my nose is broken by my friend, w.a.n.g Mei . She also broke my misunderstanding of the situation . It's not a dream at all . Somehow, I have turned back the time and returned to the day I met him .

He is standing right in front of me . Its been so long that I almost dont recognise him . Almost . Perhaps, because a part of me doesnt want to recognise this boy . I step back and take a deep breath . Its 7:06 AM on my wrist.w.a.tch . There is a mixed scent of coffee and burned toast in the air . He looks the same . Slender and Tall . Pale skin . Dark hair . He is a foot taller than me . His dark hair is messy . His honey brown eyes have a hint of sadness and longing, but there is that almost smile on his pink lips . Back then, I fell for that almost smile . I didnt know how much I was craving to see it again . I want to make him smile . I want him to smile for me . Miss, do you know the way to H high school? He asks and smiles . I realise how much I have wanted to hear his soft voice again . I dont reply . Its just a dream . I dont care about following the script . I want to stay in this moment and see him . I dont want anything else at this moment . Miss? His smile falters a bit . Are you okay? He waves his long fingers in front of my face . I take a deep breath again and close my eyes . Thats it . If I die, I dont have regret . If this is heaven, then I want this moment to stop . The moment doesnt stop . The boy keeps asking if something is wrong . Umm . I feel a bit awkward and foolishly question him . Dont you recognise me? Honestly, its been too long . The script is the same . Its the same day when I see him for the first time . But, why should I follow the script? This is clearly a dream . If its a play created by the mind, shouldnt he recognise me? Unless my mind wants me to follow the script like a s.a.d.i.s.t . I am not a m.a.s.o.c.h.i.s.t . So, I will break this chain of events . The boy looks into my eyes . Have we met before? I . There is something wrong here . Should I just tell him the way to high school? Usually, I wake up as soon as I realise that its a dream . Why I am not waking up? Its just a dream, I tell myself and decide not to worry . He hears me and looks confused at first . I let out a chuckle when I see him making his thinking face again . He beams at me when he hears me laughing . Its not, miss . He pinches my cheeks . I cry out in pain . It really hurts . Its not a dream? I stare hard at him . Its not a dream . He pinches my other cheek . You are not dreaming, miss . Can you tell me the way to H high school? What? Wait, why is he still pinching my cheeks? It hurts like h.e.l.l . My cheeks are not for pinching . First love or not, he doesnt have the right to pinch my cheeks like this . All right? Are you awake, miss? He grins . His eyes are full of mirth . I bite my lower lip . This guy is still pinching my cheeks . Why did I forget about his cracked personality? Even in my dreams, he is slightly broken in the head . Hey, you! I hear a familiar voice . I look behind the boy who is still pinching my cheeks like they are rubber b.a.l.l.s . What are you doing to Aisa, pervert? I frown when I see her . Its my friend, w.a.n.g Mei . She looks somewhere around fifteen . She is a few inches shorter than me, but she can beat up people who are double her height . This girl is the second daughter of the mafia head, w.a.n.g Feng . Her hair is dyed red . Her eyes are grey like the rain clouds . After she becomes the mafia head, she chooses to break off our friends.h.i.+p . In the next moment, everything happens like a movie . It doesnt follow the script of my life at all . Pervert! Pervert! Pervert! w.a.n.g Mei yells at the top of her lungs and runs like a cheetah . I try to step back, but the boy is still holding my cheeks while looking at w.a.n.g Mei with a shocked expression . She jumps like an Olympic athlete and launches her iron kick that is aiming at the boys head . I feel like everything is slowing down by ten times . Just before her foot can touch the boys head, the boy s.h.i.+fts his body and it comes at my face instead . On this fateful day, my nose is broken by my friend, w.a.n.g Mei . She also broke my misunderstanding of the situation . Its not a dream at all . Somehow, I have turned back the time and returned to the day I met him .