It was that day. Around that time, it was still a bother for students to clean the classrooms after class. HE was a profound, silent, yet obidient kid at that time. And on that fateful day. HE met HIM. To HIM, the world a promising place for fulfillment. To HIM, everything was an opportunity for fun. And HIM, would seem actually to be the opposite of HE.
Was HE that conformable? For it seemed like the strings of fate have brought these two together. On that small day. It was just a regular after-class, cleaning duty. Yet, for these two, it would be the start of their adventure. Two individuals, individually different and fully distinguishable, yet individuals of the same page.
Around that time, it was still a bother for students to clean the classrooms after class. Yet. THEY didn’t mind. THEY pretty much cleaned everyday. THEY were like a carefully arranged figure. A classic, epic art indeed.
Fast forward through the years,
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Welcome to project ‘12 days’. Weeell~ First off, obviously start off the looooong message with a bang with an obvious greeting, no~? Merry Christmas, but more importantly… Happy birthday~! Mm mm~ what what. Waaait~ ‘12 days’? First off! You should know the rules of Shiawase no Hibi… But… You didn’t barely touched the link in the a-q forum, but yeah. The rule would be~ Uh. Er. Don’t spread out the link
That’s about it.
Project 12 Days. Reaaally. Our last Christmas as classmates, schoolmates, but most importantly as… friends. Time does fly fast, I guess. Through out the years, these four years of High School life, these four years of knowing you. I decided to make the last Christmas as classmates, well, special.
12 Days, 12 special individuals. Seems you’re one of them :O But moving on~ I still remember those years. I don’t know if you heard it from me, but you… My first impression of you was that… You… You look awfully familiar to my classmate in gradeschool
Those years passed by quick, yet. Unforgettable. From those simple days in 1st year, up to the ‘climax’ of the a-q 2nd year. And like what they say, the rest, is history. Those days.
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HE was disappointed. No one ever heard of the game HE liked. HE turned to HIM. And together, THEY made the game possible. Though a cheapskate place, this place called Netopia has been the utopia for them.
“Power Treads are the most important item, buy them first!”
“You should use easy heroes like Lich first!”
“Well, I prefer to get a Perseverance before Power Treads because it gives me longer time in the lane!”
“Puuuush!”
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“He~he~he! Then let’s practice 1v2!”
“Morphling power!”
“Shall we answer the 4th year’s challenge?”
“YEAH~!”
“Nice game nice game!”
“Huh? Second game?”
“Alriiight!”
“…”
“I suppose… Still, it was better if we won…”
“Yeah! We had a score of 1-1, so we’re still even!”
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“If we invited our classmates like Marc in this game, do you think they’ll like it?”
“Ehhh?”
“F..fine. 3v4, let’s do it!”
“Ha…h.. Nice game!”
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“Alright, meeting later at lunch in the MIC, right?”
“I’d say Omega 8 because we’re the ‘final eight’ that will last in this game!”
“Ehh~”
“Alpha… Q…?”
In such a sudden twist. Like that. Fate defined their paths. And soon… To their d-
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DotA. Sigh. I… Miss those days. Probably because of our simplicity at that time. Easeness at the game. Yet at the same time, into it fully. And… It was a game for us. Not me, not you, not them. But. Something that keeps us, together with them together.
Yet…
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HE grew weary. No, it was not because of the game THEY liked. It was… Because HE was a closed book. Supposedly to be. Yet. It was HIM. Who would try to open this book. A book who’s sense of normality isn’t… conventional and orthodox. Yet. It was HIM who kept on.
“…”
“Why?”
“No.”
“Eheh…”
“I suppose.”
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“Tournament in netopia!!!”
“a-q2 huh. You lead the a-q2, —-”
“YEAH! Nice practice.”
“E..eh..?”
“You… l…lied…”
Liar. HE called him a liar. It was HIM who digged through HE. And it is the same HIM that has been blamed. HE was likely to be the box, that HIM, Pandora, opened. And ever since then, all evil would be taken out, all towards Pandora. Yet, hope resides. Resides inside the box. Inside, in the inner most part.
In such a sudden twist. Like that. Fate defined their paths. And soon… To their destruction.
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Siiigh. Have you remembered? To quote,
”
Do you know what is your sin?
No, it isn’t because you ate the Forbidden Fruit.
Do you know what is your sin?
No, it isn’t because you listened the the snake.
Do you know what is your sin?
Then, that itself is your sin.
”
Simply. A look in the past. The sin. Happy days.
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“THEY were like a carefully arranged figure. A classic, epic art indeed.”
And now they would be… Similar to a cat and a dog. A pest to each other, destructive and chaos towards each other.
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Those happy days. They won’t be back, won’t they? Hope was hidden inside the box. Yet as much as the box wants to release hope, Pandora never even knew of its existence.
And now. Take out that gift. That would be… hope? The hope we both lost.
This is to you. A remnant of my happy past, a part of ’shiawase no hibi’. Let this be a guide to you. No, those days… are over. No longer will it be in our hands. But. This is a remembrance. A simple remembrance. Not only a remembrance of me. But also a reminder. I won’t be the last ‘box’ you would open.
I am sorry. Really. I am really bothersome. Useless. Imbecile. Perhaps in the end, I was the only ‘box’ you will ever meet. In the end. No. Till the end then. I will hope you that this will be the last box.
My classmate, my friend, my comrade. And… an important person in my life that has helped me to know myself better. Thanks. Thank you. Let this Christmas, along with the next tens of years be something you’d look forward you.
And with that, I close this. For these two years. Finally, perhaps. Pandora’s Box will finally be closed. To you, I wish you good look. I give you my thanks. And… my apologies. And with this, another chapter of our life ends.
And this is it. Thank you. Really, this is bothersome, it isn’t yet graduation ://// Anyways, Merry Christmas and Happy Birthday~! That will serve you both as a gift for both occassions, so don’t ask anymore
…you know how in the telephone, or anywhere else. You couldn’t say goodbye? Really, how annoying it is. …yet. I can’t even end this right. Sigh. The year is already ending though. And. This is where it ends. Where it should end. Right? To a better future. Towards on forward! And epic wrong grammar! Allllriiight~! Just remember, Shiawase no Hibi’s one and only rule. Don’t spread the link!
This is it, Eric, along with anyone else you know such as honya, illya, and anyone else to you, wishing a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year and a Happy Birthday. Much :3
Project 12 Days, Day 5, Check~!