There, a faint nostalgia came up. It was 10 years ago. He was given two choices by his future self. A letter saying he could choose to let go, or hold on. Both of which, are tinged with bitter taste. Deep inside his heart, he knew that, there's no right or wrong. Either way, he could never reach to a happy ending that he deserves. And always, a drop of regrets will swirl around his heart. Sometimes, it's hurtful. But most of the time, a temporary blissfulness engulfed it so he could smile. Which, was never really rid of his regrets.
But, he made a decision.
Beside him, three of his blunt friends are cheering for him. He, on the other hand, is cheering for the other two. Doing his best to guide them, and wishing them the best. The passive duo. All so he could embrace the happiness they are having, and fill in the void inside his heart. He's not kind. Just a genuinely nice guy, supporting the duo with his unrequited love. Maybe, just maybe, he could smile widely and genuinely after 10 years. To grab the conclusion to his happiness.
And then he awakes. Tears dropping from his eyes, of the dream he and she had. A dream of lingering regrets, and efforts poured in reaching out with love. A visual of the future on their dearest person receiving that love, and repaying them by just living. It is during a sunset. Now, the six of them standing at the top of the hill. The cherry blossom is falling, with the gentle wind. Their eyes are set on the warm sunset, alive to absorb and appreciate this moment. This nostalgic color.
Orange.
