10:30
Blue. That's all I see. Cold. That's all I feel.
Unbalanced
"...go..."
A voice.
"..eigo.."
'My name..?'
"Keigo?"
'Who's calling me?'
A weight landed on my shoulder, pealing my eyes away from the window, realizing the weight came from a hand, following the hand up to an arm, then the shoulder, finally the face of who the hand belongs to.
"Mo...Mori?"
Golden brown meets amber.
"How are you holding up?"
A nod
"Could be...worse."
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Red? Now White.
FanfictionRed Wings, the symbol of the number 2 hero, but what happens after? ------- "How are you holding up?" A nod "Could be...worse." ------- Again, this is sort of an idea in the works, but I decided to publish this excuse of a short story.
