Note : all the story it's Kahi's pov 


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« Sniff, sniff... »

Someone is crying, who could it be? 

I see a little girl, crouching on the grass, her face covered by her two hands. She is hidding behind a majestic tree, emphazising her « petit-ess ». It looks like she really wants to appear invisible... to disapear...

I naturally walk to her, knee down and pat her left shoulder.

« Hi, please don't cry. »

The moment she shows her shyly face drawing by silver tears, time stopped... and an Angel is crying.

Her dark crescent moon eyes caught me first, my eyes sink into her eyes. They mesmerize me. Her long mahogany hair dance with the light breeze. She sniffs again with her pink nose. Her lips are swollen by the bites and her chin has a mark of her knee.

I tell myself that this Angel will never cry again. Tears will never cover thoses deep brown eyes. Tears will never fall again from those crescent moon eyes.

Angel should never cry.
Angel should not be invisible.
Angel should receive more love than she gives.
Angel is a gift. A precious present from the sky.
But innocent tears are still falling...


I open my right hand and I show her a little mirror with double faces. This unexpected tresor, distracts her. I look a her reflection through the mirror and she can see mine too.

« I can see you. You know if you cry, your eyes hurt and you won't be pretty. » I poke her chubby cheek.

She stars to stop crying, but still looking down. Cuteness is definitively written on her forehead.

« Isn't it beautiful? My Grand Mother gave me this mirror when I was a little-girl-like-you-non-stop-crying. And look how pretty I am. Ne, I tease you. »

And she looks at me this time, but properly. The purety of her innocence hits me. No words can describe how precious this creature is. An artist should immortalize Angel in effigy to her beauty...

Speechless.

« It's true, you are pretty. »

I suddenly feel my legs will crumble in anytime. Her voice captivates me. No sounds except her voice... I heard no other sounds except her cristalline & soft voice. Since that day, my world is wrapped by her enchanted voice...

I want to reply her but no words came out. She locked my mouth and she is the only one who has the key to open it. She looks at me with the astonish-curious-innocent-face. How can this girl disarm me so easily. 

« Th- thank you, you-you are pre-pretty too. » Why am I stuttering? I must look so ridiculous right now.
« Thank you. » Those simply words from a smillling Angel's face are like each precious star from the immensity of the night sky.

Simply things are precious and rare.

My legs betrayed me. And I fall... I fall for her. I fall in love for an Angel.

Even if I have this foolish-look-like, I don't really mind. Nothing else really matters since the moment I met her. 

Only her.

« Did it hurt? » She is preoccupied. Her face is tensed.
« No, it's all right, thanks. Seems you stopped crying. Take it, I give you this mirror. »
« No I can't accept it. It was your Grand Mother who gave you. She must love you a lot. » 

With my index finger, I slowly touch the delicate ornaments on the mirror. Her eyes are staring at the ornaments guided by my fingers. I want to feel them a last time.

« Yes, she loved me so much... I love her too, that's why I want to give you this gift. You are a special person for me, and I know she would really appreciate if you accept it. » She still is confused by what to do. 

Maybe if...

I dislocate the mirror in two and give her the top part. Both of us keep one part of the mirror. Now we are linked forever.

« So now, everytime if you cry, I will see you. I will see your reflection. You are my reflection... I don't want you cry anymore. I promise you, I will never make you cry. Please always keep this side of the mirror with you.» She nods.

We were both gazing at our mirror and I know I meet her eyes through it, so does she.

She gives me her right hand, helping me to lift up and I take it shyly. I feel my cheeks so heat. I am blushing. Am i blushing as if petals rose are stuck on my cheeks? The heat of my face contrast with the fresh and silk softness of her skin. Her hands are so small compare to mine. I hold her right hand so tightly. Our first skin contact makes me feel like it wasn't... it's like our skin know each other already. I am able to stand up, and I realize I have two & a half heads taller than her. She definitively looks like an Angel... so pure, beautiful, innocent and fragile...

« What is your name? » 
« Jung Ah, Kim Jung Ah. » Her voice is so enchanting. I want to hear her again. I want to drunk her words like water. 

Dizziness... What is this feeling?

« Jung Ah... I love your name. My name is Park Ji Young. Nice to meet you. »

I smile again like a fool as I keep repeating her name inside my blurred mind and bow to her with the manner of a Prince.
Princess bows to me. We walk together hand to hand, while asking lot of questions about all and nothing. 

« How old are you? I am 12. »
« I am 9. »

I want to know more about her, I want to be a part of her story life. Because, my story life has been rewritten by her.

Our hands balance together, happily. Her hand fit mine perfectly, completly molded into my hand. I don't want to let go of her hand. I simply want to hold hers forever...


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Author's note : lol i really want to see child Jung Ah & child Kahi *o*