[ Prologue ]

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YAKU'S POV
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The sky never looked so beautiful. It looks so kind.

The sight of the flock of birds soaring through the sky. The clouds up there, looking as soft as cotton, and as white as snow.

It looked very peaceful, something I'd want to picture with my mind on a gloomy day.

At the corner of my eye, I could see tall trees, standing proud even with their branches swaying with the wind.

The beautiful green colour of their leaves always caught my attention. I'd even ask myself 'What's so special about it? Why does it make me feel so much?'

This view right infront of me was everything I needed. I loved it, every bit of it.

"Hey, Lev."

I said to a certain tall man, with his grey hair that always stood out. I subtly waved after my words were said.

"Yaku-san?"

The male looked down at me as I was somehow shorter then the tall male figure. His emerald green eyes locked with mine

"Will you.. enjoy it with me?"

Lev, the grey haired man, and a person I met. 'Was this the right time to let him in?' I asked myself in my own thoughts.

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LEV'S POV
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Please hold my hand with yours. Lead it to the canvas and create soft, slow strokes.

The colours and the lines described every emotion felt.

Still, they remained mysterious in a way that I have to describe with words.

Why is it, that someone like me, confident and carefree, somehow can't release these waves of emotions verbally or through letters?

The pictures, they're expressed differently than in text, even if I tried different fonts!

It was relaxing this way. I wanted to do it this way.

"Yaku-san, please remember this."

I said to the blonde-haired male with a bright smile on my face.

"Someday, I will learn to paint for you."

I continue, picking up a paintbrush from the side as I held it proudly.

''Someday, we'll paint with our hands separated but ourselves somewhat together-"

I continued my words from before as I heard a sigh from the blonde haired male near me.

"Stop it already."

I heard the blonde cut off my words just before I can finish it.

"You'll paint for me someday too Yaku-san, you know you would."

I said in response, confidence being present in my heart.

——- written by @raemoshi (Mori)
—-  edited by Kat Chan (find in FB)
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