♪  I’ve been writing this song for an angel I see ♪

It has been three months ever since Leon entered the eleventh grade. And, although he’s not proud of it, instead of studying, he has been choosing to spend much of his time during the current grade writing a song for a certain girl that he likes.

♪  She is someone I know and made my heart skipped a beat ♪

Her name is Reynatra. A beautiful girl with dyed golden hair down to her waist, and the most attractive smile that he ever knew. Reynatra is the person that he likes.

Before they became friends, he only ever knew her as a pretty girl he never thought he’d make an acquaintance of. He did only became friends with her due to their mutual friend, a band kid named Eli. And, it’s been the three of them ever since: Eli, Reynatra, and him.

They quickly became close friends together. And after a year of being with each other, he can’t help but notice that he began to feel something else in his heart for her.

For Leon, it might not have been the best time for romance, but it was the only thing that made him feel happy in a while. It was—t’was the only thing that made him feel like he has some purpose in living, a purpose in doing anything.

♪  I’ve been singing this song for the only girl I ever see ♪

And right now, he has to admit. He has fallen for her quite badly.

She was his first love. He was inexperienced in love, and so he didn’t expect that he’d fall for someone merely a year after knowing them—and yet, he still did for her. The mere thought of her excited him. The way she smiled made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside. And when she’s not around, a part of his heart seemed to fall into disappointment.

He has fallen for her quite badly to the point that he decided to write a song for her.

♪ Someone I’ve always thought to be the true love I seek ♪

The first day he began to write that song for her, he decided that after he finished it, he will use that song someday to confess his feelings for her. He will tell her how he feels using a song that he wrote from the deepest part of his heart.

However, it has been three months ever since he began writing it, and to this day, he still couldn’t finish them.

As he held his guitar on his lap, a notepad resting at the side of his hips, he would simply sigh at that unfortunate fact.