Character ....
(Heaven)
-Soft-Spoken,Observant an kind in a quiet ways
-Has striking pale blue eyes that look so unreal just like the Ocean
-Goes to the same place every Night to think and that is the rooftop of an building in Japan
-Touch-Starved but emotionally warm
(Zane)
-Feel cold all the time
-Like to write poetry
-Afraid of being forgotten
-Gentle,Awkward
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The rain fell hard against the city, drumming endlessly against the streets of Japan. Neon lights blurred through the bus windows, and at the very back sat Zane, headphones on, music low—just enough to keep the cold from settling too deep into his bones.
He always felt cold.
The bus doors hissed open, letting in a rush of rain—and noise. Laughter spilled inside, loud and careless.
Zane flinched, pulling one earcup away in mild disbelief.
Then he looked up.
Heaven had stepped onto the bus with her friends.
She was soft-spoken even when surrounded by noise, like she didn't need to compete with it.
Her presence alone quieted something inside him. Zane froze where he sat, heart stuttering, breath caught halfway in his chest.
When Heaven turned to find a seat, her gaze lifted—and for the briefest moment, their eyes met.
She didn't linger. To her, he was just the quiet, awkward kid from school.
The one people whispered about.
She looked away easily.
But Zane couldn't.
Because the first thing he noticed wasn't her clothes, or her voice, or the way her hair framed her face.
It was her eyes.
Pale blue.
Unnaturally so. Like the ocean on a clear winter morning—beautiful enough to hurt.
Zane forgot how to breathe.
He stared at the floor for the rest of the ride, pretending not to listen as Heaven and her friends talked about crushes and love stories.
Their voices drifted through the bus, light and curious.
When it became Heaven's turn, she hesitated before speaking.
"I like someone who would love me for who I am," she said softly.
"Someone who would take care of me... and I'd like if they looked nice too."
Zane's fingers curled around the strap of his bag.
Love me for me.
The bus slowed. His stop.
He stood, nearly forgetting how to move—until he realized Heaven was standing too.
The same stop.
The doors opened.
The bus pulled away, leaving only the sound of rain filling the silence between them.
Zane hesitated, heart pounding.
"Um... I—I didn't know you got off at this stop too."
Heaven paused, turning around. For the first time, she really looked at him. The quiet boy. The one she'd heard about after moving here.
Her expression softened.
"Yeah," she said gently. "I just moved here about a month ago. I only started taking the bus today."
Her voice was calm. Kind.
Zane swallowed.
"Oh... then—um—nice to meet you. My name's Zane."
She nodded, pale blue eyes reflecting the streetlights.
"Nice to meet you too."
Silence settled again—not uncomfortable, just... delicate. They walked side by side, not too close, not too far. Rain tapped softly against umbrellas and pavement.
Zane kept sneaking glances without meaning to.
Heaven noticed.
"...Do I have something on my face?"
He panicked instantly.
"No—! I mean—sorry, I just—"
They stopped walking.
In his mind, one thought repeated over and over:
How do you tell someone their eyes feel like home?
He laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck.
"You have... really pretty eyes."
Heaven blinked.
"Oh," she said, surprised. "Thank you."
A small smile appeared—soft, almost shy.
The silence returned, warmer now.
Soon, they reached her neighborhood. Her house stood quietly, lights glowing gently through the rain.
"This is where we split," she said. "I live over there."
"Oh... yeah. It was really nice meeting you," Zane replied, voice gentle as ever.
"It was nice talking to you," Heaven said quietly. "Goodbye."
She walked away, disappearing behind the gate. Zane stood there longer than he meant to, ears burning red, heart impossibly full.
Only when she was gone did he turn toward home.
Later that night, after a warm shower and the quiet comfort of his bed, Zane stared up at the ceiling, replaying everything.
The rain.
Her voice.
Her smile.
And most of all
Her blue eyes.
He fell asleep thinking of them, warmth finally reaching his chest.