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Dulcet The life of the living seemed to be all but a memory I was slowly fading away from, becoming the ghost in the background that nobody cared or wanted to approach. The girl that wasn't even worth bullying, no friends, no enemies, no one who will listen, no one to hear. This accursed shell, suffocating the inside of my useless throat. Am I worth the sound waves that vibrate across the air to make noise out of this gruff, goblin impression voice? The suns harsh light stabbed multiple times to the newly opened eyes. Reluctant to move, my curiosity awakening every time my hands move to button up this over-the-top dress shirt. What is the weird force moving my body for me? Was I always a puppet on a complexes rail-line of strings? Was it motivation, a stupid thought but aren't we told from the time we were born to believe in a single word, hope. Picking up the leftover sausages from last night’s distant dinner, another night of eating outside because if I ever go in... The worried eyes of my loving parents, the annoyed tapping of my sister’s designer pen on the mahogany table. Wondering why I haven't invited any friends over. 'Shut up!' The voice inside this head of mine scream, images of the days I could screech that from the rooftops as the wind sent sharp bullets of air into my pale skin. No, that is the past. I'd only look like a fool, like a clown, right? Now these lonely bike rides down the mountains path is home to the stage of birds songs and suburban traffic. No pathetic, muck-about high school guys. There hasn't been an over exhorting and self-conscious gasps of girls in a while as well. The rubber from the wheels of the bike moved faster, an uncontrollable urge rushing over me like the demon of Satin possessed. As the wheels clicked, the world slowed. The intercepting point of time where some higher achy seemed to move in. Bombarded with images of trees slanted, the imitating brushstrokes of aroma enriching flower petals. They all attacked my senses with a vengeance, though the split second of peacefulness came to an abrupt stop as I found myself face to face with a human life form. "Eto... What was that?" This life form emitted off such a first impression of delicacy and fragile touch. Lightning bolts electrocuted several veins around this thing called a heart. "Ai..." A spoken word not heard from these self-conscious vocal cords in the longest of years. Without warning, she slid her supple hand and generally crested the rough, poured infested check of my being. "Hai, are you alright? Are you bleeding anywhere?" From out of know where she appeared. With the voice of a melodious harmony from a grand piano. Having your body at ease, no twitching from nerves or self-containment because you’re scarred of being heard but want to be heard. Your mind growing accustomed to the blankness of it all, unaware of any surroundings. The things that were created to see and observe now had a whole new meaning of admiration-ship. "Are you alright?! Did your vocal cords get ripped out from the crash? I'll go look in the rubble from them!" Her eagerness to help someone like myself, it made me chuckle to the softest melody. She had eyes of bright, golden amber, the shade of honey that only the best of Queen Bee's would acquire. Slowly arising to help, my muscles aching from the intense crash. It made me wonder how she wasn't as hurt. A strong resolve of Goliath and kindness of an angel. The breeze now ever present as it pushed the silver array strains of hair in front of my vision. "Please don't block the view." My voice, it had begun to wake up again. After it's long hibernating sleep, my old friend. "It is a glorious and dulcet day is it not?" Her honeysuckle voice appeared to be resonating from my left side. She gently wrapped around a pure white bandage around my arm. As the blue planet brought me back to one with the most common people. I could hear the concerning sound of small, rosé blood droplets. Though fading away thanks to this stranger help. In response to her acceptance of my presence I gave her a small nod. She gave my quiet the shock as she in turn gave an eccentric smile. With the power to bring out the sun and the golden amber rays. "I'm sorry about not being able to find your vocal cords but I did manage to find a bandage." She was cautiously rubbing my left limb as not wanting me to be hurt. "What's your name?" She asked so curiously and cutely. Something that I was my capable of. "Sakura." Tear droplets where now coming forth as a raging waterfall. "That's beautiful." She choked upon her words, seeing such a stranger cry. Her compassion shining through the darkest shadow of the possibility that I could harm her. Wrapped by such warm and dulcet embrace. "I'm Taiyo, Sakura wasn't it? Please don't hide anymore, you deserve the sunlight." Is she a classmate? Someone even I haven't noticed? Being that concerned about not being a concern. The key for this cage had been open, by the hammer or warmth named Taiyo.