[ Discontinued ] 𝕭𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝕷𝖆𝖈𝖊

① - 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐

❛ ━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━ ❜

𝚈/𝚗 𝚂𝚊𝚝𝚘

"Well isn't this a pretty sight to see!" My grandmother spoke as she held my hand tightly while pointing at the Fuji of Hokkaido. 

I direct my attention towards the mountain that my grandmother was pointing at and it was indeed pretty. It was a cloudless sky, not a single one could be found within my sight. The phantom-white mountain reared into the sky. Squeezing my grandmothers hand as I take in the view with awe.

"Y/n.." I looked up at my grandmother, smiling happily as she holds a camera with her other hand, I peer over at the camera seeing the terrain that is in front of me.Gawking at the camera then back at my grandmother "How did you do that!?"

She only chuckled and hand me down the camera then pat my head. "This is a camera Y/n, it is truly fascinating isn't it?" I nod my head as I kept gawking at it. 

"Putting in practice and dedication , you can have photo's like these-just like your o'l grandma!" She spoke while I was filled with wonder.

The scene shifted, I found myself standing beside Wakana-kun and between Her as we stare at the Heian Washi Dolls. I was fixated with the dolls in front of me, I was startled with Her sudden shrieking. 

"Wacchan, you're a boy, so how come you like girls' dolls?!" I furrowed my eyebrows as Wakana-kun was stunned at her words. "That's gross! I hate you Wacchan!"

I stood there watching her ran past us, I turn to Wakana-kun, He was speechless as his eyes started to glistened to tears, lowering his head down whilst staring at the floor. 

"Wakana-kun! don't listen to her!" I raised my voice making him cast his eyes on me. "As long as you can create wonderful dolls.. It doesn't matter!-" My hand extend towards Wakana-kun as if to hug him but suddenly I'm in a dark and empty place. 

Hearing the clicking sounds like sound tap dancers create, I turn to my right hearing the sound from that direction, lots of people dressed in black, a veil on my mother. Gasping as tears start to rise from my eye seeing the flowers around Grandma's casket. I didn't know until I started panting, my legs were moving on their own as I try to run to Grandma. 

A booming sound now pierce's my ears into agony, making me stir in my sleep, as it continued I groggily sat up. Slowly getting up from my bed, I tap my index and middle finger on my cheek feeling the tears streaming down my face.Yawning while I kept my eyes shut listening to the music.

"Lalalai, lalalai, When our hearbeats collide, I won't mind, In a place we've never been before, I'm reaching out for the moon and stars beyond it" 

I take it back, this is the reason why I placed this song as my morning ringtone. I am a hopeless romantic-I love the idea of ​​someone sweeping me off my feet or the sudden feeling of butterflies in my stomach when I see them-well if l find that special guy. 

I don't really get it when people say their ashamed of falling in love-Is it the humiliation that comes right after? That I don't know.How I became a hopeless romantic, Well grandma used to tell me fairy tales whenever its past my bedtime,I know- I know they are all just make belief for children.