It was 21st of January, 2019.
It was utterly empty inside my chest - yet a burning feeling was ripping me off. I couldn't seem to control my breathing patterns as tears joined the chores. Overall , I was a mess.
Why it was so difficult for myself to do what I wanted once in a while ? Instead of forcing me to enroll in a famedaw school , why couldn't I continue on ballet , that I always loved ?
"These useless dance could never make you money"
It was the first time dad cared about me - or he cared about how much money I would be making in teh future.
The storm clouds gathered with force as rain started to pour into intense showers. I had no strength to seek for a nearby shelter so I took the downpour. People were right. Rain during emotional hours is like an overshot of alcohol. I couldn't say I was not enjoying.
After half an hour , it evolved back into the sunshine. Me , soaking wet and broken hearted , wishing clouds could wash away my fear. But they never did.
A sunshine dripped beside me , penetrating my silk laces of the blouse I was wearing. Suddey feeling the urge to want something , I looked between the blue collared skies , hoping it would showed up.
But it never did.
It never did.
Just like my life.
I screamed from my lungs as I grew even morw vulnerable- this time my tears deformed into passages of pain.
"All I hope was a rainbow after the storm"
"All I ever hope was a something beautiful after all those difficult pain"
I was disgusted by own life. And people tended to get rid of things they disliked right. That meant I have to get rid of...
" There is already a rainbow. There is always a rainbow. It is only you are still yet unable to see"
Im a husky tone , A blurt of a femininevoice grabbed my interest. I responeded and saw a enchanting rainbow, a seven-coloured beautiful rainbow, produced by a glass prism firm on the thumb and the index of a shadowy girl - directlh reflecting the solar beams.
" Sometimes, instead of waiting for rainbow to appear in front of our eyes, we have to create one like this."
"..."
"That means, don't wait for something beautiful. Just create it. Just create it middle of a pain. No one will judge you"
I smiled looking at her. Her unclear face covered by the shadows and the hat she was wearing. But I saw her hair. They were solid blonde. And her hands, in her hands, she was holding-
holding a bunch of
yellow daffodils.
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━━━( 愛) 𝗒𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐 𝖽𝖺𝖿𝖿𝗈𝖽𝗂𝗅𝗌»𝐲𝐮𝐥𝐲𝐞𝐧
Fiksyen Peminat"Yellow , is the beginning of us" where someone said Jo Yuri a bunch of yellow daffodils every 21st of the month Yenyul (Yena X Yuri) ff
