บททั้งหมดของ September Ends: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 9

"Hey Paul, today is September 1st, I want you." said the girl in a direct tone, soft voice yet it delivers a confident feeling in every word, her brown hair and hazel matches perfectly on her, along with a white dress fitting her small and delicate appearance, she shows a natural classic girly beauty, akin to a morning sunrise that was simple yet beautiful."Want me?!" The guy named Paul was flustered, making his cheeks red, averting his eyes into another direction.Paul appearance was quite higher than average, aside from his simple wavy hair that was complimenting his dark hair and hazel eyes, he also had a delicate nose and pale skin, he was tall, almost a bit higher from the town's normal height of 5'7 for male, but the thing that stands out on Paul was his aura like he was always had this wall around him but easily approachable, like a man of profound calm, yet rushing, knowing him is like watching a river in the middle of the forest, calm and slow pacing.

Paul then silently walked away, leading him to the old oak tree in the middle of the grass field, seeing the tree. He remembered the first day of September, about the promise of performing together, about a girl she can never have again, a part of him that was already lost."Ahhhh!!!" He raised his hand, and created a strong force jab on the oak tree, no matter how many times Paul punched, it was useless.Then he remembered Serina's voice long ago."It was a promise witnessed by this century-old tree."Witness.Then Paul realized, the only thing that witnessed them both together was this old-oak tree, since they are young it existed, it was always a place where both of them played and grew up, then Paul stopped punching.

The sounds struck deep in his ears, like a prelude to a confirmation he was expecting, and Paul impatiently waited for someone to show up, hoping that the one he expected on his mind would show up behind this door. Tapping his feet and playing with his hand he waited for a minute, the last second felt like eternity for him, every breath and every beat was heard, he was never this focus and expectant in his whole life.Then all of a sudden the door clicks, and a beautiful long haired girl shows up, head-down bangs, hazel eyes akin to jade, slightly brownish hair and ample face, pinkish lips and clean 'V' jawline and little fatty cheeks, matching her white face. Paul stood in utter shock, like a terrible feeling struck him, he...got back in the past, now his doubt was all clear.  Serina’s face was the confirmation of it, Paul looked at Seri in dumb state, he never even blink once, he was scared to

"H-hey! Paul." A sweet voice calls him after a while, he immediately turns his head at the entrance of the cafe and saw Seri on a bright yellow skirt that reaches above her knee. The white T-shirt blend together with the skirt she wore, and white shoes that create a simple style on her. It was simple but had a unique match with her brown hair and adorable face.Paul was slightly stunned and immediately raised his lips and started to curve into a smile."Should we go?" He asked, pointing his thumb outside.Seri looked at him, noticing Paul was also dressed in a normal fashion manner.Black shirt that had a simple sentence on the front chest saying, 'The best boy ever, and a normal gray pants and white shoes. It was simple."Best boy ever?" Serina raised her eyebrows looking at Paul, seeing such words on a shirt."Hehe, it was a gift from grandma a long time ago, I just wear it for the first time." Paul scratched his head and remember when his

 Past the reach of the daylight, nightfall was coming, Paul realized it, he was looking in the dark gloom woodland for some time, the breath of the dark was getting heavy, hints of the stirring bushes conceal its teeth from the surrounding, risk in each bark of the charcoal shading trees, sneaking perils were all over the place. All things considered to be dangerous when night hits,Still, Paul was tracking down the most dangerous of them. An individual that might be grinning and crawling around past those transcending thick trees. His quiet advances became creepingly stronger, each step was louder and heavy, as a compromising heartbeat siphoned up his nerves, speeding up his attention to the surrounding trees.*Rustle*