✓| you're my savior

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙏𝙬𝙤

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1 AM

its been always the same.

you sleep late, like so late. around 1/2 am, because its been a habit of yours.

what makes you stayed up so late?

you're mostly watching streams, scrolling through social media and watch youtube to find cute animals video that'll help you fall asleep.

though this time you're not doing either of them.

you stumbled upon a music video.

'composing the future'

judging from the title, you can sum up the background behind it. someone who wants to be something, in the future, so they start writing about what they want to be.

'so unlike me... i can't even think straight right now...'

although its very ambigous because of the dark color they're using.

the song was released 2 months ago.

you decide to give it an ear.

and soon, you heard the sound electric guitar, and singing. the beginning part caught you a bit surprised.

if only you stab me without thinking twice
how good would that be
how good would that be...

you listen to the rest until the chorus part.

i want to die
i want to disappear
there's nothing left for me here
there's no more hope in a life like this
so im just standing here in this nightmare,
in a world that bloomed from my choked past

'i guess you don't judge a song by its title.'

im broken
im covered in invisible wounds
and i know that
they won't be able to scab over

so i write the future with this lament

"this is a well made pv... if only i can also make something like this..."

you always wanted to try things that you found interesting. but now you can only admire other's work, not going to try things out anymore because those thoughts had arrive quickly.

you soon read the time, telling its past 1 am now.

"i should go to sleep. lucky tomorrow's saturday..."

you close your eyes, when a memory suddenly plays in your head.

it was your first time met with kanade.

you frown and open your eyes, facing the opposite direction.

'what am i thinking... there's no time to think something about this.'

shooking the thoughts away, you finally went to your own dreamland.

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"ehh? tell me more about her, k."

"she look like she's... going through lots of problems... i can tell because she thinks too deep, and also because her mood change from happy to sad so fast..."

"that sounds... sad."

"it is. i hope she can get her own happiness..."

the white haired teen lean down on her chair, thinking.

'maybe... i can save her- wait no. there's no guarantee we're going to meet again...'

'but i hope we can...'