❝𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒓'𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒓.❞
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There's a saying that one is entitled to keep whatever they find but the question is: can you always keep what you find?
Wren Ashenherst was raised as a boy and expected to live under the...
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her bright soul
her soul burned the brightest fire, and her aura was a warm chaos of loving happiness.
(Aillard)
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Wren drove us downtown and I felt weird to be sitting in the passenger seat, but I enjoyed listening to her rambled on about some perfectly random stuff and I hadn't heard her speak this much in the past years. She mentioned nothing about her life, the topics she brought into their conversations were mostly light and lifting. Finally, Wren parked the car and killed the engine as she turned towards me and grinned like a child, "Are you ready?"
"Where are you taking me to, angel?" I breathed out a laugh, wondering all the mischief this girl hid under her sleeves. Deep in my heart, I was happy to see her smiling and laughing so freely without restraint. All the emotions that she used to hide in those pale blue orbs were in full display after being released from the shackles chained to her ankles. Wren was soaring high, carefree, and belonging to the bigger world beyond.
"We're going on a date like how normal people would," she said excitedly.
Normal people. How nice. My eyes shifted towards the car's window, spotting a couple immediately. The way they held hands and chuckled lovingly towards one another. The guy turned his partner around and helped her fix the loosening knot of her kimono. In return, she thanked him with a kiss on his cheek and tugged on his arm as they went in a general direction. My heart was staring so longingly towards their fading silhouette of the couple until I felt a hand on my forearm that jarred me out of my lost thoughts. Wren smiled, "Just one day, Aillard. Just forget who you are, and we'll just be a normal, mundane couple."
I nodded and got out of the car. Walking beside her, she quickly grabbed onto my arm and hugged it close to her. She led me towards the direction where the couple had gone a moment ago. We passed a torii — the traditional Japanese gate most found at the entrance towards a shinto shrine. Suddenly, the whole place transitioned from peacefully quiet to joyously festive. I turned towards Wren and asked, "How did you decide to attend a matsuri?" (Translate: 'matsuri' means local festival)
