Our Memories Will Live On Forevermore. ~Yuuki Konno X OC Fanfic~

¦[The Beautiful Cotton Tree Season.]¦

{An Eternal Oath Of Love And Life.}
Act 13.

|[January 12th, 2026. Early Morning.]|

{Earlier in the day...}

{Shiki}

Early mornings aren't really my specialty. Usually, 9 or 10 AM is the best time for me to wake up. That also depends on what I did last night. But for some reason... there are just some days where you feel the most productive you can ever be. And today is one of days, oddly. I stayed up until 12 AM last night, accompanying Yuuki with her journeys through the beautiful and dangerous fields of ALO at midnight.

She told me, "I often find a spot at night somewhere in ALO to look at the stars!"

"Don't you feel lonely if you go out alone?" I asked her.

Then she uttered something that stuck in my head for the rest of the night.

"I'm not lonely, because I have the stars."

Wow... she's very lonely. Out of the five members in her own guild she could've took on a stargaze, she goes alone. I never thought of her as a thinker, cause she even said that herself. She just goes head on in things, not thinking twice because she's afraid that she'll forget about it and not do it in the first place. Yet there she was, sitting beside me underneath the sea of stars, together silently.

...

I slept like a baby. And I think I was hugging my pillow too hard, I woke up sweating like hell, and my face was blushing flames. It felt so damn cold when I threw my blanket away, it is still January. After a quick shower, I made breakfast. Just a quick bread, butter, jam combo. A classic, mom used to make me that when she was busy back then.

I never checked the time though. Thinking I was already late, I rushed to my wardrobe to put on my uniform and whoops, I was super early. Didn't even notice the morning fog outside the window until I actually checked. Now, I sit idly in my couch, phone beside me on the table. Yet I didn't turn it on or even touched it.

I'm just writing. In a piece of paper, with my trusty pen I keep at home. Pondering... what sentence should the next verse be. What...? I don't actually know. I don't think much when it comes to poems. Heck, I don't even know why I forcefully make myself write on paper! I could just pick up my phone or laptop and write there. Yet, here I am. Writing on a piece of paper, and sticking it on the wall somewhere in my apartment when I'm done.

Hmm... maybe this?

*Buzz!*

The ink left my pen as the last sentence of my poem was written. I stuck it to the writing board on top of my lap, carefully placing it away from the paper to not let the ink flow out.

Well, who could it be at this time?

Setting the board aside to the table, I switched my focus to my left hand and took the phone. Still buzzing, my eyes glued towards the screen. Huh... an unknown number. I never pick up to these kinds of callers, I either just decline straight up, or accept with the speakers on and go silent. if I don't recognize the voice at all, I close it. And well, I'm gonna do the second option just for the heck of it.

I swiped the green 'Accept' button, quickly turned on speaker mode and waited...

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