Fun fact: in Japan, people mend broken things with gold.
Sophie was my gold—the one who fixed me.
Yet another morning. Yet another day of suffering. But somehow, it all felt worth it because of her.
I waited all day for work to end—not to go home, but to see her.
When the clock finally let me go, I found myself back at the metro, waiting. When the train arrived, I stepped in and sat where I always did—opposite to her.
She glanced up at me and smirked.
"Idiot, you can sit beside me. I won't bite."
I smiled back. " Yesterday you did ."
Her face flushed red. "Shut up, I was sick."
I laughed and finally sat beside her.
She leaned on me. I didn't know why, and I didn't ask.
It was just the two of us, but for once, it wasn't empty silence.
It was something else—something I couldn't name.
A few minutes passed. She slipped her book back into her bag and looked at me.
"Idiot, I can't concentrate."
I chuckled. "Why?"
She stood up, then sat on my lap like it was the most natural thing in the world.
"You tell me," she whispered.
I set my book aside, still amused. "Guess that fever really messed with your head."
She puffed her cheeks. "Idiot. Don't make me bite you again."
"Okay, okay—whatever you say, miss."
She rested her head on my chest, her arms wrapping around me.
One of my hands settled on her waist, the other gently patting her head.
"Your hair smells nice," I whispered.
She replied just as softly, "You smell nice too."
She was blushing like crazy, trying to hide it—but failing miserably.
"You're bad for my health," she whispered again.
I smiled. "How so?"
She murmured, "You make my stomach twist. And when I'm near you... there's this weird feeling in my chest."
I didn't fully understand what she meant, but I knew it wasn't something bad.
After a few minutes, she sat back beside me like nothing happened.
"Sorry about that," she said, flustered. "I got a little carried away."
I laughed. "If that's a little, I wonder what really getting carried away looks like."
Her face turned bright red again—redder than any rose I've ever seen.
Her eyes sparkled like stars.
She was the greatest accident I'd ever stumbled into.
And now, I don't think I can live without her.
After some playful bickering, she calmed down.
Her station came. She stood up, but for a second, it felt like she didn't want to leave—as if a part of her wanted to stay in that moment forever.
Before stepping out, she turned and kissed me on the cheek.
This won't let me sleep for days.
Once the doors closed, I pulled out my lighter and sparked a flame.
I am like the night—forgotten and feared—until someone's beauty lights it up.
And Sophie was the light to my night.