1.) It was the other same wednesday; it's no longer the same as the first—the two talked beside each other while sticking their head out the window.
2.) The moment when Haru looked down; the building had no support below—the only room they always spend their time talking floats in the air.
3.) "This is weird," Meiko said, voice laced with confusion. "…So this is what it looks like."
4.) "And yet no one is there." Haru replied.
5.) "Even so… if the room gave us a chance to leave this place before the clock hits 5pm, it'll feel more vivid if we're the ones below."
"…But we're here, stuck."
6.) Haru was never that optimistic witnessing some things that even the smallest work of magic couldn't impress him, as if his soul is a mixture of black and white.
"What miracles can make me impressed?"
7.) "Why do you feel so colorless everyday? Even if we somehow managed to land safely on the ground, wouldn't be that labeled as miracles? We woke up in the morning with breaths in our lungs, isn't that considered a miracle?" Meiko shifted her gaze toward Haru. "…Even the smallest things can be called as miracles, even your once dying phone can still be used in some daily tasks.
8.) "How can I witness such miracles if everything that happens to me is a bad omen?" Haru replied.
"I'll color you…" Meiko responded, her eyes lighting up in determination.
"…How can I be colored by someone who's also broken?"
"…Even broken crayons can color a crumbled paper filled with ruined drawings."
9.) "You're quite the poet," Haru smiled slightly.
10. Haru's smile faded, then said: "Even after fixing the ruined drawing on the crumbled paper, wouldn't that be thrown away?Everything has its own limits; everything is always forgotten."
"…A meaningless child's drawing are being placed on the fridge by their parents, for it has a sentimental value; you have your own value—no matter how bad or how good am I on coloring, I will still place you on the fridge with a magnet pressed against it—to show how valuable we are as a ruined drawing; and as an artist."
11.) Haru formed a faint-blush on both of his cheeks, "…Whatever suits you," he said.
Meiko noticed him blushing; she found it cute—she schooched a little closer, their shoulders touching.
12.) Haru felt it; he didn't mind it—maybe he's comfortable?
13.) The contrast of being a messy drawing on a crumbled paper, and an artist who's bad at coloring; Haru's claim that even some beautiful drawings are always being thrown away after showing it to someone—and yet Meiko claimed that even a meaningless art had value to someone; and the someone was her.
14.) "It's like wabi-sabi huh?" Haru said.
"A japanese tradition that celebrates the beauty in what's flawed?"
"…Yeah."
"How so?"
15.) "No matter how broken we are, we still looked perfectly balanced in God's eye. There are pastors who are faithful but ended up committing a sin; a man who promised to quit cigarettes, but ended up tempted by his friends who's also a smoker, or maybe a big scar on my back," Haru walked toward the board, but Meiko followed. "…That only proves we're just humans."
17.) "The problems we faced today are nothing but crumbled papers that can be fixed," Meiko smiled.
18.) "It'll be up to us on how we approach it."
"You're right."
"It'll be another 30 minutes for us to finally leave this place, and it'll be another week."
Meiko frowned, then said: "…Yeah, you're right."
Haru noticed her, then asked: "…I know everything that happens, that's why I'll be giving my number to you."
19.) "You're number?"
"Yes, so we wouldn't feel bored or something like that…"
20.) "I always wonder, do you have any friends in your classroom?"
Meiko looked at her with a bittersweet smile, "No… I don't want to go back to the part where I've became too friendly and they will still start abusing me."
"In what way?"
21.) "In this world—you are required to be balanced than being too nice to everyone. I'm not even asking them to return the kindness I gave to them but they just abused my kindness."
22.) "It's not really that bad to become friendly when you know the fact that you're helping someone who is more deserving than not," Haru smiled and looked at her. "…It's not your fault that they abused your kindness; they just never learned how to return the kindness even when you're not asking—some people are abused just by being too kind… even the one who read this, I hope one day, their kindness will return in something even more bigger."
23.) "I'm not telling you to be bad; I'm telling you to help those who's more deserving—if you're abused once, don't help them again; if you know the saying that comes as: Once a cheater is always a cheater? Apply it."
24.) "Even when they say: You've changed, that's not really you, or selfishness changed you? Just simply reply—" Haru raised his middle finger. "Go to hell!!"
25.) Meiko's eyes were widened, it felt it was the right thing to do—for she knew it is wrong, but in summary: Those who are not deserving of your kindess must be puked out from the mouth, for the vomit must not be consumed again.
26.) "Why use vomit instead of expired medicines?" Meiko laughed.
"…When you puked, do you scoop the gush of vomits on the ground and drink it again?"
"No, because that's disgusting."
"Only those who are dumb enough to face the reality of being kind would scoop and drink it again, for they do not know what's happening."
27.) "So, I'm dumb?" Meiko asked.
"Yes… but stay sharp for me."
28.) "For you are the broken crayon that still can color; I appreciate you for showing your kindness to me for it feels nice Being colored with a broken crayon."
29.) The bell rang once again, and it's finally the time to go home and be separated for another week, Haru pulled a piece of paper from his notebook and wrote his number, "…Here's my number."
30.) The light from the setting sun tinted Meiko's face with orange, "…Let's walk home first, and tell me about your tale."