Whispers of the Sunrise

The sky was still waking up. Soft clouds floated above the school, and the sun peeked

over the edge of the world. On the rooftop stood Akiya Ren. Her hair danced

in the wind, and the light around her looked a little too bright — like the sun loved her

more than anyone else. She closed her eyes and whispered, “Why do I always

feel like someone’s calling me from the sunrise?” A soft sparkle appeared in the air beside

her — tiny, golden, like magic dust. She didn’t notice. “Ren!” a voice shouted.

Kai ran up the stairs, holding two strawberry milk cartons. “You’ll catch a cold up here again!”

Ren turned, smiling gently. “I like watching the sky wake up.” He laughed,