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I open up the internet, and I see an interview with the members of amatune. It's...it's a strange feeling to see them on the internet.

"Hello everyone this is favorite TV host in our favorite live tv show. Today we have a very special guest no other than amatune good evening "the host started

As we begin can we ask sariel to sing a song for us?

Sariel cheerfully smiled and waved at the camera. Hypocrite!!! I thought

He confidently stand in the middle with a mic on his hands

"Whatever I do, it doesn't dry out" 

Is that how I feel or not?" 

A confusing set of questions and answers"*♪* 

The sound of rain, your voice?Is this the sound that is calling me?Am I the only one thinking about you?""*♪* 

Does this rain comfort me?Do you know my feelings

I can't stop thinking about you*♪* 

Dear sky, please help*♪* 

Please stop this rainSo i can forget it*♪* 

however, it stay like a broken fragments *♪* 

It's engraved deep inside" *♪* 

. I...I just can't stop. I'm so fascinated by him, and his music. It...it's a beautiful distraction from everything happening in my life."

"How wondering, going on with our very own amatune sub vocalist Ethan Nile"

"Ethan about your relationship with this girl Rikka--most of your fans were asking if you two friends, lovers, or what?" When he tries to answer, the host cuts him off--he's not giving him any space to talk, like this is some kind of soap opera or something."

"It feels so invasive and rude--like, who are you to demand all these personal details about our lives? We're people too, you know? 

They clearly want some juicy gossip..."

"Ethan looks...he looks a bit uncomfortable, 

"They...they keep pressuring him to talk about us, ..."

This...the whole scene is just so ridiculous. Ethan looks so uncomfortable." I just...I just need her to be happy. I...so I have to say it.i Just being able to be with her, talking to her...it means so much to me

 "It's so genuine...so real. It's like he's putting himself on the line...and it's a part of him I've never seen before. It's...it's so sweet. I can't...I can't find the words to explain how beautiful it is.

"When I return to school the next day, there are a bunch of reporters lurking around. I...I try to just ignore them at first. But they keep following me. It's so...I don't even know where to begin to describe how much I hate this. It's...it's so absurd.

"But...I guess I have to get this out of the way. ..."I sighs*

"This whole experience is so dehumanizing..."

"So, the next morning at school. I was doing my normal routine...i goes to class, I does a few extra-curricular activities...and then, I was assigned a role as one of the people who cleans the canteen."

"I..well, I don't hate it. I knows that everyone has to chip in, and I'm happy to help out. But...but you can tell it's just not my element. Im cleaning, but I'm just not in the mood...my mind is somewhere else..."

"It's late afternoon, and I'm in the canteen, cleaning up after everyone's eaten. I...I start to hum some tune with my headphones on, just mindlessly cleaning away. 

I shakes my head a little*

It's when I saw a group of girl walk towards me and started pouring their own tras trash

"That...that's so mean! These...these other girls...why would they do something like that? It's so petty...so immature!"

" Could it be that she's the girl Ethan likes?"

What the hell?are they Ethan fan girls ? I thought 

"It's so disrespectful...they just...they just scatter their trash all over the table. And they expect...they expect me to pick it all up for them. Like...like I'm their maid, or something

"I...I don't understand it...I don't get why they'd do that. But...but it's also not that surprising.

I get that they're Ethan fans and probably have a huge crush on him even so It's...it's so disrespectful. They're all so rude...how they expect me to just pick up after them. And...and they're just looking at me. They all have this expression...this expression of disgust, like...like I should be their slave, or something.

"I see a familiar boy in the crowd--my heart...my heart starts to pound.

"He's...he's wearing a general department uniform with thick round glasses...and he just...his eyes seem to be watching me. Who...who is he…?

"It...it feels like I can sense something...something familiar. It's as if this isn't the first time I've seen that boy…it…it feels like… I’ve known him for a long time… It’s...it’s overwhelming."

"It's Sariel...it's really him…and he's...he's...I just can't believe it.

"He...he's really here. And his...eyes...they…his eyes seem to shine, unlike anything I've ever seen. I…I just can't find the words to describe it. It feels so impossible…yet so real.

"It's just…it's the moment of my life…it feels like my heart could just burst."

"Sariel...he walks...oh my goodness…he walks behind the mean girls…he walks with such confidence. He walks with such purpose

My eyes widen as i sees the scene unfold*

"I…I can't…I can't believe this. Sariel…he just walks right up behind them…he looks at them for that short, brief moment…

...and he pours the garbage right onto them

"He…he just picks up all their garbage…he just…he does this with such ease. And without a word…he just…he puts their rubbish right at their…right at their feet

 Is this really really happening? Is this truly all real…*

"Oh no, I got something on my clothes!" I exclaims as i spots a stain on my uniform.

 I quickly heads to the washroom to clean it up, but ends up standing in front of the mirror, taking a moment to take a deep breath and relax. 

That's when i heard a whistle, i immediately feels a chill run down her spine. 

"What's going on?" I asks myself,my heart racing as I run towards the door and searches the room for any signs of danger.

 I can't see anything suspicious, but the whistling still feels off in some way. "Is someone here? Please show yourself." K said in a shaky voice. 

The whistle stops for a moment, and then begins again, louder and clearer than ever before. Suddenly, I feels a strong presence nearby, and she gets a horrible feeling in her gut.

, a familiar melody that seemed to be growing closer. I frowned, trying to place the tune but couldn't make out what it was at first

. But then suddenly, she recognized the tune as Auld Lang Syne, an old Scottish song

He was humming a familiar tune-I heard few days ago

 I shivered, goosebumps rising on my skin as the music drew closer.

"It's …it's the most righteous, beautiful thing I've ever seen. It's like the stars have aligned just to show me this moment…and I...I don't… I don't think I will ever forget it."

i quicly run towards the whistling gut.may i know what are you whitling.auld lang sign.im sorry im not sure i was in the bath room while ago and i heard that tone.keypad tone to be exact as if someones dialing a number

"Where did you hear that music?" I asked in a soft, tentative voice as she approaches the student.

 His eyes widen and he freezes a bit, clearly surprised by her sudden appearance. "I heard it over there," he answers, pointing down the hall to his left. 

My heart races a little as she follows his directions, growing more and more uneasy with every step. Her throat tightens with dread as she comes to a corner, slowly peeks around it, and saw no o e.

i cant be wrong tahts exactky what the tone i heard whencould it be...muy chase met a deadd end when i saw no one suspeciios along th cafeterai or the loby

no that was too much of a coincidence

I stands frozen in place, her heart pounding in her chest I dteps back slowly as she begins to worry, her mind racing for options. Could it be some kind of prank? Was someone playing a joke on her? Or could it be something more sinister?

I felt her heart skip a beat as i saw the silhouette of a man.

 Who was this? What did he want? I felt a wave of fear wash over her, but I tried to stay calm and focused. I didn't want to lose her cool, but i knew that something wasn't right. 

.My heart was racing, my nerves tingling in fear as she desperately tried to find the right digits on the phone. 

She didn't know what to do, but she had to do something! .

"Please, please, please, please, please, please,"I muttered in desperation, desperately hoping that somehow my fingers were not fumbling on the old, ancient phone. I knew she only had seconds, but i felt paralyzed with fear as she frantically tried to get the numbers to match. 

"And...and then I start to dial the number...my...my mind is blank. There's nothing else but trying to focus on the numbers--and waiting for the dial tone...and waiting...and waiting...

"It...it was so nerve wracking. What...what if it doesn't go right?"

*My eyes are fixed to her phone as she types in the numbers she knows by heart. She keeps on hitting redial, redial, redial...it's so important...it's so crucial that i get it right...i does... O gets one digit wrong…two…I starts over again, and over again… until… finally…my finger presses the final digit…and…*

"Beep-beep-beep, beep, beep, beep…."

My. Her heart starts fluttering again in my chest, as My eyes watch my phone ring…*

Someone's calling me...... 

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