A Story About How I Ran Away After Being Rejected By My First Love - Chapter 0 - Prologue

Love is something that everyone experiences once in their lifetime. 

Whether it’s familial, friendship, obsessive, and romantic – love comes in different forms. As for me, I had experienced romantic love during my eighth grade. 

Although it was not the kind of love that ended in a happy ending, it was more of a trauma from which I am still recovering.

My appearance can be comparable to a pig. A fat ugly, nerd wearing glasses that has zero athleticism. If you asked me to run for about five meters, I would have a hard time breathing after the first meter. I don’t have remarkable skills besides my grades, not that it was high – it was decent I guess. That’s only because I have plenty of time to study.

I was avoided in my middle school and existed like air – without any conversations with a single friend. Even being included in activities, I was always left out. That’s how my middle school passed.

There were some who wanted to talk to me, but I usually answered in a closed-ended way that the conversation didn’t go through after I answered. I feared rejection. However, I still desperately wanted change. To have some motivation to move forward and challenge myself. 

I fantasized how it would be nice to have that special someone. I’m not asking for a god-tier girlfriend, any would do. I would treasure her deeply and thank her everyday for loving me. I just wanted to be loved. Who doesn’t, right?

In order to find “her”, there was something I currently lacked. Of course that is – to talk to girls. 

My first step was to greet the opposite sex. A simple greeting would do. Just casually saying good morning or whatever will be enough. Just the thing needed to have started a conversation.

With my first steps decided, I executed my plans. The results were as expected. 

Whenever I greeted random girls, they avoided me and shot gazes that could kill that seemed to say, “Why is this pervert greeting me? Fuck off”. My enthusiasm fell down bit by bit.

I scoured the internet for tips. Unfortunately, even with that, it’s just not working. 

Why does it not work? I followed everything. I made eye contact, smiled, greeted the person’s name while being polite as researched but even so, it seemed to have a negative effect. It looked like my charisma points were sadly nonexistent. What is this crap game! Won’t there be an option to add skill points?

In any case, that was how my eighth grade passed by. 

However, I still continued my greetings and something unexpected happened. Someone returned it.

It was during the spring of my ninth grade. I was skippy dippy to my school looking forward to every morning. 

The cherry blossom petals danced in the air decorating the path I was walking. The sparkling leaves showed off their vibrant colors. Oh spring! How wonderful this world is! 

Feeling ecstatic as compared to my usual attitude, I arrived in front of the school gate.

What brought this cheery mood? Well…

That cool looking girl that stood near the shoebox was the most beautiful person in my eyes. Her silky long black hair and sharp eyes was just too much for me to look at. Her slender figure that exudes the perfect proportion. 

Reina Kurozawa. She was the only one who greets me back on all my attempts. After many attempts during the eighth grade, all my hard work paid off. And the most popular girl in the school too! 

Kurozawa-san and I were in the same year. I usually just saw her whenever there were PE classes since they were done together with different classes of the same year. 

It all happened when I greeted her with my head bowed low, as I usually do, never expecting any reply. However, from the moment I heard her voice, life had sprung from inside of me. I was almost on the verge of giving up, but I was happy that I did not.

“Good morning Kurozawa-san!”

She closed the shoebox after putting on her outdoor shoes and faced me. 

“Good morning, Aoyama-kun. You’re early. Do you also arrive at this time?”

“Yes!”

It was 7:30 am. Not a lot of students were seen and it was basically the two of us here. 

Before, I usually arrive close to the first bell. However, for some reason, I woke up early that day, causing me to bump into Kurozawa and greet her accidentally. 

Don’t get me wrong, I am thankful to God it happened! 

From then on, I arrive at this point in time to have small conversations with Kurozawa-san. It was awkward, and I still stuttered talking to her. I mean, a person who can be a magazine model is talking to me! It’s normal for me to be so nervous. 

We talk while we walk about the weather and random stuff while walking our way to the classroom. 

“Ah, this is it for now. It was nice talking to you, Aoyama-kun! Later.”

“Yes! Me too!”

And just like that, another day ended for me. It was only the morning but what a blissful day it was! 

I hope everyday would be like this! Because of her, school was something that I always looked forward to.