Autumn leaves in a dry spring

Starlight Akiyama

Ikari reached over and wiped my eyes gently. I was still surprised and hurt by everything that happened. It was thanks to my old self, Hoshi that that was his name, he foresaw that this would happen, he created a second story. A former me withered and lost in the memory of him that in the most vulnerable I wrote an improved life keeping this version of me in myself. Hoshi created this path because he knew that Ikari would be there, that I could face deception. In short and better explained, that boy was my childhood friend, Hajime Ikari who, when I reached his youth, saw that something was breaking inside of me, I entrusted it to him and he promised to help me in exchange for the pleasant time we had together. The girl, then, was my cheerful and innocent young self with lives in her hands.

Accepting the new present, taking the path of Hoshi and holding hands with Ikari, is how I came to heal. The dark didn't bother me, neither did the light. You have to find a balance and live in it with your convictions. I guess that's what hope is, taking your convictions and living by them.

After Ikari's words and my effort to recover my lost hope, we repaired the entire theater, painting it in the colors that the young me taught me. We completely changed the stage, we put new lights, new wood and we improved the foundations. Everything shone like Hajime Ikari's promised stars. In the new theater there was balance, the harmony of angels and demons. This stage was the most lucid after so many years of deception.

In the late fall, we open the renovated theater. We inaugurated it, idea of Ikari, with my birth name and the name of my first story, "Hoshi no Akiyama". And so the new work received the name "AUTUMN LEAVES IN A DRY SPRING" which told all this story. The story of how humans lose their reason with me and Hajime as protagonists. Weak humans who allow themselves to be deceived and killed for an unattainable ideal, are stabbed and taken to the abyss... But in the end, the balance of angels and demons will end up reaching them, making them see reality just as the late autumn leaves and the wind never touch them. leads in the same direction. The leaves are born, die, turn into dust and become a substrate for new lives, just as Ikari and Hoshi were my two important pillar stars.

The act lasted exactly two hours, we announced the reopening on Twitter and unexpectedly we received more viewers than we received before, my heart felt lighter and I acted putting all my soul making all the scenes pleasantly and receiving applause and good reviews, even big managers offered me financing for future works. But that did not interest me, I acted by and to show the inexplicable human contradictions, to create a momentary safe place.

It was the second and last work I am most proud of...

Walking out, I took Hajime's hands, lightly squeezed them, and looked into his sweet honey eyes and rosy cheeks. I leaned on his chest, because he was half a meter taller than me, and I thanked him for never abandoning me;

"In the end it was my innocence and stupidity that lost me. You were both right, stars will emit light regardless of impacts"

He surrounded my torso, hugged me and replied that it is not necessary to thank him. He confessed to me that I was more than a friend to him, he didn't want to see with sadness, he wanted to give me happiness. He squeezed me a little tighter and said the words he wanted to say to me the most "And even if you were a light winter breeze, I would have followed you until the end of the seasons"

With this I reached the end of my story... My being disappeared from the arms of my best friend and reliable life partner. What was once Akiyama turned into white hyacinths and what was Hoshi into dusty leaves. Hajime Ikari shed tears on the stage, under the name of it: Hoshi no Akiyama.

Because he didn't want to forget her and her efforts and stories never be in vain, Hajime Ikari erected an altar in honor of the girl he most admired and loved in that life. His last promise to take care of her and continue to maintain her theater was fulfilled until the end of his days. On the inscription, there was a message that Akiyama whispered as she swooned:

I learned that the wind, like autumn leaves, changes its color, shape and direction. They are born, they fly, they die and begins again by finding a new path to take.