TO YOU WHO READ THIS. // GENSHIN IMPACT

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘰-𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦

I once again in that same room.

where all white I can see from four corners.

--unless you count the countless smudge faces of paint in the wall.

they were supposed to be people I meet-- a place to make me remember

I know someone and meet a new person. 

be a dream or reality.

I tried to recollect them from my mind.

yet all but failed, only things that stood up,

are what I remember from them.

looking at the drawing of black and white,

of a person I can't quite remember but his charming red eyes.

it was not odd for me to remember anything else but features that are eye-catching.

people who come and go in my life often tell me their name

yet I can never and ever will remember those sort of things.

'I felt if I remember one... I will break my so-called promise,

of being un attach to everything, anyone, or anything' 

I thought of those words as I drop down my paintbrush.

and lie on the floor with paint and brushes around me.

staring at the wall cover with faces and daze away.

"What a beautiful art."

I heard someone spoke from above.

a shadow roams at my figure and I look up and meet golden eyes.

"it's you again." 

I mumble as I seat up. the senior of mine laughs.

"I heard that you were here and I am sure hearing that you in this place

you'll be painting again.

have you met a new friend?

care to tell me their name?"

the nosy senior of mine says as pick up some brush with a darker shade of red,

to pain the shade of red of the pupil of the new stranger.

i meet from days ago.

"name...? I don't know... never really heard it."

I say as I paint.

the senior of mine laugh which echoes in the wall.

"well, how about me. do you now remember my name?"

he always asks me this question.

yet I...

"that nosy senior... that is a mare imagination of mine...

because no one would befriend me."

I said those in a dull voice.

"Why do you always believe that...?

I'm a real person you know..."

"...no, you not,"

I denied as I turn to look at him

before I know it i cant hear him nor see him.

"see... you're a lie."

I drop my brush and lean to the wall.

slowly sliding to the floor and thought.

"no one would befriend me...

why would they befriend a person who

can not pass the standard or normality

the society desire?"

i stared at the room that was forced on me

by my own family

who thought I was mentally unstable.

a therapy room that I have to stay in when I'm home 

and cannot go out unless it's school.