Roy really likes sunsets. Absolutely. He could live without long walks on the beach and hamburgers, but sunsets? They're special. Cliché doesn't have to make things less special. Not that it matters much. Because storybook romances stay in storybooks. It's just nice to catch a glimpse of stories in real life, be it the iPod shuffle gods granting divinely-selected background music or a perfect evening after a day of rain.

And, while Roy realizes his feelings while he strolls with a girl who has something important to tell him, Roy hesitates. Very slightly. He's not exactly sure why, but it feels slightly too good to be true.

But, that only happens in storybook romances, doesn't it? Roy thinks he has absolutely nothing to worry about.

Roy looks over at Margaret, who was still thinking, staring off into the distance at some unreachable point. Just as always. He quickly stuffed his hands into his back pockets of his jeans. He had no idea why, but he had an incredible urge to put his arms around Margaret.

But all he could do was sigh.

Roy and Margaret ended up going around the park five more times. All that we heard for the next five laps were footsteps. For two hours nonstop, just steps.

"Alright." Margaret said, breaking the silence.

"Go on, Margaret. I'm listening." Roy said. He was on edge, anticipating anything.

"Okay, but it's hard to explain." Margaret said.

"Take all the time you need." Roy smiled. Margaret grew flustered at Roy's smile, and blushed slightly. She cleared her throat, and then looked away embarrassed.

"Umm...can we sit down?" she asked, pointing at a nearby, and very conveniently placed, bench.

"Go ahead. I'll sit next to you." Roy said. Margaret quickly sat down. She breathed in deeply, and then began.

"Roy, ever since the beginning of this year, something has been bothering me. At first I ignored it, thinking it was nothing. But, it kept coming back. And every time it returned, it was stronger than the last time. Do you know what I mean, Roy? You know how it feels, right?" Margaret said. Roy could only nod in agreement.

"It's...it's been bugging me since then, interfering with my daily life, making me do things that I would normally never do...but nothing has changed. I wanted the feeling to stop, to be honest. I just wanted it to just disappear. But...that won't happen. No matter what I do, nothing changes." Margaret explained. Roy kept looking at Margaret, her eyes looking towards the ground. All he could see was her sadness.

And then he saw it. It was only a small memory, but it bugged Roy when he saw it. It was an origami flower, pressed flat. Roy recognized it right away. And the memory quickly took over him.

It was near the beginning of the year. Roy and Vishnal were in their Japanese class, practicing heir kanji and katakana. One of the projects for his class was an origami project. Him and Vishnal both failed their first five attempts, but, after a while, Vishnal got the hang of it. He showed Roy a technique that helped him get a decent grade. And, as Vishnal would say, they were in his least favorite class next to his favorite class, the 'ongakushitsu', or the music room.

Vishnal ended up pressing his flower, and he enjoyed origami so much, he had one pressed for Roy.

And one for Margaret as well.

Roy remembered he did at least twenty of them before he claimed he had gotten the perfectly pressed flower.

But, as luck and logic dictated that day, Vishnal had lost his 'perfectly pressed flower'. So, he decided to do the most obvious choice: he gave her the first one he ever made. The same one she held in her hand now.

Roy should have seen this coming. Margaret had never really gotten close or suggested any affection towards him. Roy was just too blind to see it. He was clouded by his many personalities and the idiotic notion that a girl actually had very real feelings for any of the different fake versions of him.

Roy had thought about it again for a moment. Margaret was still next to him, clutching the pressed flower. In retrospect, Roy noticed there were signs that it was there. After all, hindsight is 20/20.

You could see it in the way Vishnal handed her stuff. You can always, always read someone's heart by looking at the way they handed out rulers and erasers and calculators and, in this case, pressed origami flowers.

They always avoided touching fingers.

Roy could see it. This was all a trick. He never was in love with Margaret, and it sure wasn't the other way around.

From the moment Roy met Vishnal to the moment he listened to Margaret on that sun-drenched afternoon in the park...since then, the clock had been ticking. Roy just couldn't see the hands.

"What should I do, Roy?" Margaret asked him, looking at him with her brown eyes. He smiled slightly as he advice for her couldn't be more straightforward. It was advice Luke Casban, a successful high schooler, had given him once before. After all, no matter what Margaret did, nothing wrong could come out of it. Because Roy knew Vishnal had the same pressed flower, in the front of his binder, for the same reason.

"Forget the semantics, Margaret. You want to meet him, right? Then, go. There's no rule saying that every emotion needs a proper name." Roy answered, smiling. Another guy that Roy knew that had died in a car accident had given him the same advice once, so he decided it was as good as time to use it as well.

"Thanks, Roy. For everything." Margaret answered as she dashed away, red hair ever flowing to somewhere over a rainbow. Roy relaxed, but only after picking up an origami flower that was left behind.