Gen 1 - Chapter 1

I then took a look around the cottage. The side of the living room left from the front door.

The other side of the living room.

And  a very small bathroom.I had seen all of it but one room, and I hadn't seen one spring of evidence that it had been my grandfather's. It wasn't ... green enough.

As soon as I entered the bedroom, however, I knew that it had been my grandfathers. A Japanese bed and loads of plants adorned the small space.

And the rest of it.

I drew a little and then enjoyed a nice rest in my new bed, promising myself a look around town with my camera the next morning. I'm not a very good artist, but I enjoy drawing and taking photo's, so I decided to finish the house off with some homemade decorations.

And that's where my anxiety disorder decided to show up. Great.

"I'm all alone! What am I supposed to do? How am I supposed to do it? I'm all alone!"

And I was hiding,

Luckily, I managed to calm down and then went to the hospital, to get a job. Organ donor didn't sound all that well, but I knew that I would manage to climb up the medical ladder in time.

I decided to take a walk around town to calm my nerves, and when I walked past the police station, someone called out to me.

"Miss?"

I turned. "Yes?"

"Excuse me, but I wondered if you were new in town?"

"Yes, I am. Why do you ask?"
"Well, I've never seen you around and I wondered where you came from. It's not often we see new faces here in Riverview, and we hardly ever see a Japanese woman with blond hair."

 'Till you came along,

I smiled. "It's also not often you see a Spanish man with such blue eyes."

"I guess you caught me there.I'm Demetrio, by the way. Demetrio Salazar."

"I am Akira Masamoto."

"So, Demetrio, where are you from?"
"As you guessed, I'm from Spain. My father wasn't, but I grew up in Spain. I never really felt at home, and therefore I moved to Riverview. That's my story. Will you tell me yours?"

"Well, I am indeed Japanese. My mother's from Sweden, and that's where my hair comes from. But my brother and sister both have black hair."

Demetrio smiled. "I like your blond hair."

I blushed and thanked him, before asking if he'd like to come over the next day. He did and we decided that he'd come around four.

And showed me where I belong.

That night, I was happy and full of anxious joy. I couldn't wait for Demetrio to come over, but what if he didn't like me as I liked him?

I guess he couldn't wait either. It was three-thirty when he came. We talked for a while, until ...

"Haaaa-ya," I yelled, laughing. Demetrio tried to duck, but I hit him anyway.

Then it was his turn; and he managed to hit me too. We pillow-fought for a long time, until both of us were tired.

Panting, I proposed peace. Demetrio, breathing as heavily as I did, agreed.

You found me,

He then offered me flowers! I assured him I liked them and we talked some more. We agreed to meet again next week, at the same time. Our meetings on Saturday continued for a month or so, while I realized more and more how much I loved him.

"Akira, you're so pretty..."

When no one else was looking,

And then, one day, while we were watching TV, he slid his arm around me.

It was perfect. A romantic movie, Demetrio close to me... There was just one thing missing.

A kiss...

How did you know?

And one thing led to another...

And yet another...

"Demetrio, I think I'm in love."

"So am I, angel. So am I."

Unfortunately, the next months weren't as nice...

Every morning, after throwing up, I'd prepare breakfast, before Demetrio and  I had to leave for work, I to the hospital and he to the police station.

And every afternoon, we'd arrive at my place at the same time. I never asked why we went here and not to his place, but I never cared. I was with Demetrio. I also knew we behaved like lovesick teenagers, but that was no problem for me.

"Demetrio, what do you think about moving in here? As in, officially?"

"I think it's a great idea, angel. I'll come as soon as I can. And how about we make our relationship official too?"

"Is this answer enough or do you want more?"

"More," he said with a grin, before pulling me in an embrace and locking his lips on mine. He held me there until we were both short of breath.

How did you know? 

And then, as usual, I prepared a dinner for two, while Demetrio painted. He claimed it'd help him with his job later on, and that we could sell the paintings.

I have to admit that he's a better artist than me.

And that I hope he's right, 'cause we might need more money soon...

Lyrics: Kelly Clarkson - You Found Me