To my Dear B, who is there when I need someone...

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Lu Han stares out of the window, his eyes never leaving the mesmerizing beauty of the nature. The sea is beautifully turquoise blue with a twirling drop of bright green, shiny crystal flecks of the mighty sun dancing on the fluttering water, to the horizon and beyond. Soft waves are breaking at the shore; baked sand glittering in gold while sprinkling white foams greeting the land with a silvery touch. When one is too busy seeing nothing but his own complicated life, how much he misses, Lu Han muses. It is pitiful when human is oblivious to this, how much beauty is waiting there to be seen but gone everyday without admiration or appreciation.

Lu Han gathers his back pack. He is reaching his destination as the train slows down. It’s a small town with less attraction of the howling city crowds which he can never be grateful about more than he is now. Finally some peace to his overworked brain !

He steps out of the train, a contented smile blooming as he inhales surrounding fresh air that swirl with a pinch of saltiness. Lu Han looks at the phone screen, tapping the smooth surface to read the text message that is waiting, strolling along the platform. It must be from Yixing wondering whether Lu Han is still alive. He smiles at his best friends antics as the text momentarily capture his attention but that is until the very last moment he sees a girl running in his way.

In split of a second, the old fashioned suitcase that she was carrying, is dropped on the ground as she could not stop crashing into the boy whose mind already flashes the familiar memories of a few hours earlier. Lu Han twirls on his heels, the impact sending him spinning a half circle. His breath clogs in his throat for a second.

It is her.

The girl he admires for her simplicity, for her tender manners, for her innocent beauty, for her unconditional love for her dear beloved. The girl who never left his mind through the entire journey, slowly building her own palace in his heart.

Lu Han crouches to the ground, gathering her scattered belongings back to the case. She apologizes from him softly with an embarrassed smile, her shy orbs down casting to the ground.

In the mere seconds they spend, basking in each other’s presence, Lu Han steals glances at the girl, his doe eyes filled with sheer amusement. Her puffy cheeks are painted in a deep rosy hue, flawless skin otherwise fair in complexion. She purses her plump lips as if she internally blames her childish stupidity of crashing to this young man, humiliating herself. But Lu Han thinks she is adorable in her clumsiness.

Closing her case shut she stands up thanking Lu Han, bowing him. As she brushes her long brown hair back, coyly smiling, her eyes crinkle into crescents. Lu Han smiles back tilting his head a little, as she leaves, small unhurried steps carrying her slim figure away from him. He feels an unknown yet familiar flutter in his heart. Blinking to himself Lu Han turns to take his leave but stops to capture a picture of the retreating back profile of the girl.

Later as Lu Han roams in the streets, he wonders about the chances of meeting her again. He smiles to himself, his mind flashing her soft features, her delicate voice. His heart somersaults at the mere thought of seeing her again. He feels like the teenage high school boy who tries to win his crush, a light blush blossoming in his cheeks. He laughs aloud shaking his head, trying to pry his wondering mind from swirling around the unknown girl. He is here to spend his time leisurely, not to comply his mother’s nagging of his lonely life, about the lack of love.

Lu Han walks listening to the chirpy birds’ singing, sedating his mind to a serene bliss. Trees stand along the road, curving their branches, merging with each other, crafting a thin canopy as if to hide his porcelain skin from the late morning sun. But still golden rays stream through, as emerald greens rustle to the spring breeze, creating minute doorways to kiss him softly.

As a familiar fire burns his stomac