I am telling you my story, trusting you won't share it with anyone. So where should I begin...

Hmm, how about this, beautiful day, the wind blows my short brown hair in the air, petals fly away, hmm but that does not really feel like my life.

Hmm, how about, that day, when I looked my crush in the eyes for the first, or the day I talked with them for the first time, those happy moments don't describe my life well either.  Something that describes my life better...

My clothes are all over the dim room, feeling pain, breaking down, my bruised body exposed to cold air, shaking, following my sobs. Ah sorry, it is too dramatic, right?

Cold white room, blue curtains on the side of windows, looking outside only to see snow covering the view, my breath hitches a bit seeing her there..... Well, that is not the story for today.

How about that one, ah right,  that street comes at the very end of the story.

Oh, Right. This is me, my life, so I guess it should be told from the very beginning, don't worry I won't bore you with details.  First of all, my name is Fukuyuma Yuki, nice to meet you. Please be free to call me just Yuki, you see I am an orphan, so my surname does not really matter to me. Oh, I guess that opens a way for me to tell that story. Apparently, I was born on a day when it snowed a lot, or at least I was told that, and brought to the orphanage when I was barely a few days old, whoever left me there left a note with the name Yuki. I guess they at least wanted to name me, but not to have me, I don't know why they even decided to have me, or how I am supposed to feel about that. Oh, right I was born on the fifth of December. Oh, you are probably wondering which year, and how I even know the correct date, well it was 2005. which makes me 18 years old, and the fifth of December was the date I was brought to the orphanage, so it is not really my birthday, it is a day I was abandoned. It was probably the most fitting start to this cursed life.

Living in an orphanage, was not really hard, or the hardest part of life, though not realizing what you are missing was quickly shattered as happy families would come to look for children to adopt, leaving you alone, always wanting to have what they have, but never really able to achieve it.  Getting older, only makes you greedier, for affection, but maturing makes you realize some things, that make it even harder for you as a still needy child. Realizing that caregivers had to take over 30 children so you would not ever be a priority, and those sweet moments would be too short to even notice. Being an outcast everywhere you went, kindergarten, school, and now university. My lack of a real surname is like a curse, my sharing a surname with children just as broken as me could be considered a blessing, but each one of us wanted to be individual as well, taking so many different paths in life, that we barely can see each other. Trying out to figure a way to live happily.

Well, that would be the beginning of my life story, without much detail. Currently, I am studying photography at the Kanagawa Institute of Technology in Atsugi, my birthplace, I assume. Why I am studying photography, well because I want to capture happy moments, and the warmth I never received and hold them close to my heart, never forget about it. Make those moments eternal. Maybe there is some deep desire in me to become someone they would regret leaving behind, maybe there is a desire to be someone, to prove my worth, to ... I don't know if I really should tell more of this. Maybe sometime in the future.

Sun is shyly hiding behind clouds, taking a peek out of it every few moments, the warm rays of light fall upon my face, and as I take a deep breath in, the wind blows my hair in the air, click...

I succeded in taking a picture of a nearby squirrel. The composition of the picture is great, with the few leaves falling down and carried by the wind.  The bell rings, it is noon, I better head to class, packing my stuff quickly, being extra careful with the only camera I own.

Rushing through semi-empty streets, feeling the free world around, and stopping near a shopping center, my shortcut is blocked. Right these days there is drama shooting in there. Not that I should care, it does not have anything to do with me. OR NOT, I WILL BE LATE.

Honestly ending on the ground was not something I expected, I never fall on the ground, well I was rushing and definitely hit someone. Oh, fuck, my camera, where is my camera. oh there, there it is. In his hands.

Tall, brown-haired, handsome boy, with a mole under his left eye and, a perky nose,  I swear I have seen him before. Thankfully he is holding onto my camera carefully. Looking kinda surprised. Well, not that I can blame him. A raspy voice asked me: „You ok?“ did I have to tremble while replying? :“ Y-Yeah“absolutely not. As he held out his hand to help me. And I gladly took it. And there I was back on my own two feet, holding onto his hand while looking at his other hand, waiting for him to offer my camera back. It would be kinda awkward if I had to ask him to do it, right? He offered it, thank god. But he asked: „ How did you get this camera, it is a really rare one. It is Plaubel Makina W67, right?“  I answered while taking it back:“ Yes, it is.“ A pause, how do I say where I got it,  when it was a donation to an Orphanage, well:“ it was a gift from a friend, I guess.“  He smiled:„ They must be great friend, then.“ I looked at him awkwardly as I answered: „Not really, I do not consider them close friends, nor do they consider me close friends, it is just that they were quitting a hobby, and knew I liked photography. Um, sorry about bumping into you, are you hurt, you see I am kinda late to class.“  :“ Oh, I am all right, do not worry, you must be a first-year student, we will see each other, and maybe we will have a chance to talk a bit more.“ I smiled: “Right. “I checked time on my watch, before bowing my head in apology and rushing off, I had a few minutes. Passing by another boy heading in the opposite direction of me. I caught a glance of his blue eyes, handsome cheeks, a mole by his left ear, and, honey-colored hair, holding onto equipment only upper classmates could.

Somehow I managed to get there in the nick of time, well I wish, the lecture was not as boring as the last one.......