《Waves》


 Aya

    It¡¯s a warm but windy day. That¡¯s the kind of day she enjoys the most. Sitting outside at her picnic-table with a mug filled with coffee in her right hand, she looks off into the distance. No matter where you look, her house is surrounded by grass all around. But you could still hear the sound of the waves crashing against the island¡¯s cliffs in the distance. A strong wind ruffles up her short white hair. Closing her eyes, she takes a deep breath and takes a sip from her coffee. The bitter flavor spreads all across her mouth and lingers there even after she swallowed it. ¡°Kei should probably mow the lawn today.¡±, she thinks to herself. Kei was her beloved son. An almost exact replica of his father. Pitch black hair, sharp facial features, freckles across cheeks and nose, and a muscular body. Even their smile was the same. Maybe that¡¯s the reason why her heart feels like breaking every time she sees her son smile. The only thing he inherited from her is his ocean blue eyes. Looking at him would always feel as if she was looking right back at herself. As if he wasn¡¯t even Kei, but a second Aya. ¡°If only he looked more like me.¡±, she quietly says. ¡°If only..¡±. She takes another sip from her coffee.If you stumble upon this tale on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it.

 Kei

    Boring grey walls. Boring white ceiling. Boring wooden floor. Boring furniture. Everything in their house was boring, had no personality, no creativeness, and most of all just looked lifeless. No matter what time it was, their home would always be quiet. It could be morning, afternoon, or the late evening, but except for the lighting, nothing else seems to change inside this house. He would like to say that it wasn¡¯t always like this. He used to be a very loud boy back when he was younger. Now he¡¯s 20 and way quieter than before because he realized that no matter how loud he may scream, it could never fill up this whole house. The sound could never stay for long. It would always become quiet again afterward. Kei likes to play the guitar, but only when he¡¯s with his cousins. He doesn¡¯t enjoy playing when he¡¯s alone. His mother used to sing along back when he still played inside their house. But that would make him realize that he¡¯s been playing sad songs all along and he didn¡¯t want that. Kei takes the coffee that his mother left on the kitchen counter and takes a sip. It tastes boring. Through the big sliding door that also functions as a window and leads to the backyard, he could see his mother lying on the grass. ¡°Maybe I¡¯ll mow the lawn next week.¡±, he mumbles to himself. He drinks the rest of his coffee and leaves the mug on the counter. Then he walks up to the sliding door and opens it. ¡°I¡¯m going over to aunt Cana¡¯s!¡±. His mother closes her eyes and answers with: ¡°Please do not forget to tell me if you¡¯re staying over this time.¡± He did not forget to tell her the last time. He just wanted to see if she¡¯d care when he stopped reporting these kinds of things. He gave her a big smile ¡°I won¡¯t!¡± and she smiled back.This narrative has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. If you see it on Amazon, please report it.

 Enrique

    "Buenos d¨ªas," he said while opening the door with a big smirk. ¡°You ready to rumble, Kei?¡±. He gave him the usual handshake and let his cousin in. ¡°Since when did you speak French?¡± Kei asked him. ¡°You¡¯ve got to be kidding me, right?¡± their cousin Ennosuke, who has some French roots, yells at them. ¡°Chill out. He¡¯s just trying to get a reaction out of us,¡± said Kosuke coming into the room with a glass of water. He partially shares the same roots as Ennosuke. Enrique claps his hands. ¡°Well, now that everyone¡¯s here, why don¡¯t you guys go ahead and set up the instruments while I¡¯m gonna get ready!¡± And with that, his cousins went ahead to the garage. Enrique¡¯s parents were the only ones who didn''t mind them blasting their music at full capacity and allowed them to use their garage as a practice room. His mom and dad never used it anyway. The only things they kept there are a few letters from his parents, which they had sent to each other back in the olden days right after they got together. While every couple back then would either meet up or talk for hours on the telephone, these two would write letters to each other. ¡°Kinda weird,¡± he thought. He went up the stairs and into his room. Enrique was still in his Pyjamas. The new practice times were crashing with his sleep schedule, but ''no can do'' when everybody else is an early bird. ¡°Why couldn¡¯t Ennosuke take after his father, then it would¡¯ve at least been a two vs two,¡± he mumbled to himself while he was putting on his jeans. ¡°Aww are we depressed?¡± his sister suddenly appeared in his room. ¡°Nice timing,¡± he said with one leg in his jeans and the other one still exposed. She¡¯s his twin sister, they¡¯re practically almost the same person anyway, so they didn¡¯t feel embarrassed about this kind of stuff. ¡°Say, Maria, do you think we¡¯ll make it big?¡± He would always ask his sister about these types of things because he knew that no matter what, she would always be honest with him. ¡°Time will tell, bro.¡± He wasn¡¯t satisfied with that answer, but still, he went downstairs.Reading on Amazon or a pirate site? This novel is from Royal Road. Support the author by reading it there.