a Love Story ⑸ By the time she finished reading, the sky had purples down as sunlight dwindled at the horizon. Closing the notebook, Marinne felt like the most private part of her soul had been exposed , when the story still vividly played out in her mind. To her surprise, the eyes of Ruby, the reticent girl always sitting sedentary in the corner of the classroom, lighted up, envincing interst for the first time. "Didn't know you are so maudlin." "Yeah...I also had no idea. I've never cried for a story before." "Guess that's why Mr Merry said I'm gifted," she chuckled, adding luster to her usually emitional face and making her ever so adorable. Only then did Marinne realized Ruby's features were as lovely and delicate as a Japanese doll. After a pause, she continued, "I thought you'd disguise a fake smile, and praise my story. Then you'd think we are acquaintances." That's exactly what Marinne would do if the story was not so unexpecting, that her response nearly shocked herself. She had no idea why Ruby was so insightful as if she could see through her mind. Strangely but truely, she then developed a feeling of both discomfort and affection towards Ruby. That was how it started, that was the karma, that decided the ending at the very beginning.