𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐔𝐒 | 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎

𝐂𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐏

ʚ𝐘/𝐍'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕ɞ

He must think I don't notice him, but I do.

Sometimes I wish I was one to succumb to the sun, to bathe beneath its light and enjoy it. But that's just not me.

I don't hate the sun, it's presence doesn't affect me, that's the problem.

I don't find myself praying for sunny days, to bask in the heat and frolic under its rays. I simply tolerate it. Whereas the rain unlocks my emotions, like a long lost key finally found and ready to reveal what's behind the mysterious locked door.

The sun simply knocks on the door, hears no response from the other side and leaves the emotions hidden behind it to remain dormant.

I will admit there are rare occasions when the sun holds greater significance to me. Like when it's accompanied by rain.

My pale skin, marked crimson by the sunlight ignites with each gentle caress of rainfall, allowing me to truly absorb the sensations of the rain. My body, one moment overcome with heat and unease, alleviates almost immediately once the soothing moisture hits.

Then there's Maki, my best friend. We don't live close, in fact she lives across the country. But that doesn't tarnish our bond. We speak most days, albeit a struggle when time zones seem determined to be a hindrance, yet waking up to a good night message instead of a good morning one brings me a smile each day.

I miss her.

I've made it my mission today to find a job. I'm 19 now, unemployed and alone. I can't lie and say money is the major reason behind looking for a job, but more the loneliness. I have Maki to talk to yes, but I can't really talk to her, it's not the same over the phone.

I crave human contact, interaction, my body desperate for a mere conversation, but my mind keeps me away. No one gets in and I don't get out. Each thought bounces off the walls of my brain, crashing into each other and causing havoc.

I found an outlet for my tainted thoughts, I don't write them down like most, I tried once but I ended up with a plain page and a broken pen. So I found something that works for me.

I paint.

I paint what I feel, so I paint a lot. Each stroke a thought, each colour an emotion. All combined to create the masterpiece of my mind.

I suppose masterpiece is a strong word, my art is a piece and I am it's master yet the two words put together cannot relate to me. I can't proclaim my own work to be a masterpiece, others must give it that title, but no one will ever see them.

My creations. That's what they are. Not masterpieces, just creations. Created by me, to be seen by me and me alone.

But a small town has no place for artists. It's warm today. I glance at all the T- shirt's lining my wardrobe that would be appropriate for this weather, but of course I lean towards my hoodie as always. I throw it on and lift the hood to perch on top of my head, pulling each half of my hair out the sides.

"Suki baby." god where is that dog? As if on queue my bundle of fluff comes bounding over and launches on to my lap. This is always the worst part of leaving the house, leaving my pup. I snuggle her up to my chest for a few
moments of calm before setting her down and heading for the door.

I start my walk to the town noticeboard. Everyone and anyone posts their shit on
there like some kind of wannabe Facebook, so if anyone's hiring, that's the place to look.

I minutes of walking past picket fence after picket fence I reach the town centre. As much as I have dreamt of big cities and the world outside of here, I can't help but marvel at the simplistic beauty of my home. The old clock tower is my favourite, it stands tall in middle of
everything, forcing its charm before my eyes.

The clock doesn't work anymore but that doesn't matter. I finally arrive at the noticeboard to see it vacant of people. Seems I came at the perfect time. I scan the board for any openings and see none, until one
catches my eye.

Nanami's coffee shop.

Perfect.

It an acquired taste. Rather rustic inside with little decor but for some reason I can't help but find the quaint little shop alluring.

I make my way over to the front desk and see there's seems to be only one guy working

"Are you Nanami?"

"Depends who's asking, nah I'm joking with ya kid, I'm Nanami what you need?"

"Um I saw your ad on the noticeboard and I was wanting to apply for the position, if it's still available of course." I feel so small when he's staring at me with those scrutinising eyes, like he's seeing into the depths of my soul.

"Jobs yours, when can you start?"

It's mine? That easily?

"What, no interview, no questions? You don't even know my name."

"Don't need to, that ads been up for 3 months and you my darlin, are the first taker, you work 9 til 4 everyday except Sundays, any questions?" I open my mouth to speak before he talks again,

"None? Good. You start tomorrow." And with that he disappears to the back of the shop.

Mission successful, I guess.

雨