sun stitches | demon slayer

UNLIKELY LOVE | five

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"[name]!"

"Ah! What do you want this time?"

"Did you hear about the fireworks going around town?"

"No... "

"Come on, it'll be fun!"

"Okay..."

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YOUR POV

I was never someone who liked crowded places with people. People in general.

I don't know how I remember that, I barely even remember my human life. It's like it was another treasure locked away in my consciousness giving me pieces each second. I don't remember my parents, other relatives, or friends for that matter. Like I would ever have any if it weren't for what I was. Before and After. I might look different, but I'm still the same person only with different memory.

Other than that, I suppose nothing has changed. I somehow still remember something else, my dream for when I got older. I've always wanted to make clothing, but I knew I would never be confident enough to put it up for sale or even make it. I like sketching my ideas though. It can be considered a hobby of mine. Rather enjoyable I must say. I think I've been doing this since I was little, I can't recall it at all. Even if I have been, I feel like I haven't gotten any better at sketching out my ideas to be clear, and easier to read. I guess it's good enough, nothing is perfect, might aswell not try to make it be.

"Wow! You're good at drawing!"

Snap.

I didn't even notice how hard I was gripping my pencil, so it snapped. Damn. It's his fault though, he should've snuck up on me like that anyways. Great, now I have to make a new one, not to mention the lead scatted all over the paper. Calm down, [name], this is fine. You know who's behind you, so why are you getting so worked up.

"Sorry if I scared you! I was just admiring it!" he stepped back.

Damn you, Kamado.

"It's fine. It was just a drabble anyway, nothing special."

I tossed it in the trash like it was nothing.

"Why'd you throw it away?"

"It was just a drabble like I said. Nothing more, nothing less. I probably could've done better but I'm not all about trying."

"But... isn't trying how we get where we are now, or just trying in general?"

Is this kid trying to lecture me?

I just stayed silent and crossed my arms, I didn't know what to say regardless. I saw him reach for it out of the trash and unwrap it. Why though?