✔️Fantasy-Romance || WomanxWoman ||
I raise my head from my sewing. My fingers are tired and pricked. I have been sweating over a traditional wedding shirt for my husband-to-be for hours. I'm not very good at it, for my red embroidered sirins look l...
"Can a person have flashbacks from a past life?" I ask my friend from the doorway. She arrived before me, sipping cold green tea from a bright can and carefully choosing the right font on Photoshop.
She doesn't look at me. "Do you think this font works?"
"I think it's complete garbage," I honestly reply.
"Why are you so mean, Suzuka-chan!" she finally turns to me.
"Now you're looking at me! Thanks."
"Don't be mad at me, or I'll get upset too," Midori responds with a childlike voice, cupping her hands under her chin like a cartoon kitten. "This evil princess dragon overwhelmed me with work yesterday. I've been working for two weeks without a day off."
"If you didn't constantly get distracted by messages from your boyfriend, you wouldn't have messed up your schedule."
I carefully hang my bag on the hook under the table and turn on my computer, settling comfortably in the chair.
"You talk like you like her. You do, right? You'd make a great couple. Maybe then her heart would finally thaw, and she'd be kinder to her coworkers," she forgot about Photoshop, and all her attention is now solely on me. Midori is a good girl, and I'm sure she doesn't think badly of the evil princess-dragon... umm... Sato-sama. But my colleague has chronic laziness, despite claiming it's an attention deficit.
"You read too much manga," I say just like my mom.
"What were you saying about flashbacks?"
"This morning, I woke up and started thinking about something, and then I came to during breakfast. I almost don't remember washing up, getting dressed, and how I even entered the kitchen. Everything was automatic."
"I think it's chronic fatigue. When was the last time you took a vacation? You're silent because I can't remember the last time I took a vacation. I'm telling you, you need to somehow win the dragon's heart."
Midori falls silent for a while, sipping her tea. She waits for me to continue, but I stay silent in defiance. How could she think I like the evil princess? I don't just like her; I'm silently and secretly in love with her. Midori is joking, of course, but unknowingly, she hit the mark. I don't think anyone at work suspects my rainbow heart.
"What did you see?" she doesn't leave me alone, even when I demonstratively open my project from yesterday to make corrections and change the background.
"Nothing special. As usual, fantasies about the Middle Ages and dragons. I was a simple European peasant girl in a world where magic coexists with humans. I had yellow hair and a long linen dress. Everything was so beautiful and unusual; the fantasy flowed as if on its own, and I followed the rules of the game like in a deep sleep. Imagine, I seemed to know all the nuances of the life and traditions of Yara the peasant."
"Yara, what a beautiful name. You know, it's not surprising; you often float in the clouds, and your stories are always the most interesting. You've gone into a creative frenzy. It's something like the Stanislavski method, right? I think that's what it's called."
"That's a thingy for actors and theatres, isn't it? I'm not an actress."
"Maybe it's something mystical? My aunt and her husband hung a lock on the fence of Koi-no-bito-no Oka on Enoshima Island, and they've been in a happy marriage for twenty years."
"Maybe you're right. There's some truth in all of this. My classmate once went on a swan boat ride in Inokashira Park near Kichijoji, and almost the next day, she broke up with her boyfriend because someone from his friends mistakenly sent her a video of him and another girl doing things under the stairs at school. This urban legend has several different versions. According to one of them, the couple breaks up because of the curse of the jealous Benzaiten – the Shinto goddess of wealth, music, eloquence, and water. According to another, once a broken hearted girl drowned in this lake."
"Yes!" Midori-chan enthusiastically nods in agreement. "Maybe these are your memories from a past life when you were this peasant girl!" My colleague is so carried away by this idea that she instantly starts looking for information on parallel worlds and past lives on her phone.
"What are you two up to, Kimura-san, Hara-san?"
We both gave a little start. Behind us stands the head of the marketing department, Matsui-san. She is the chief brand manager and our boss. She and Sato-sama stood at the origins of the company.
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