꧁ 𝓐𝓶𝒆𝓼 𝒆𝓷 𝓹𝒆𝓲𝓷𝒆 ꧂
His intoxicating kisses
Helped her to forget
Better than any alcohol
The pain of her grieving heart.
Addictive,
She took possession of his mind
Faster than any drug
Ever did.
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Hana Hoshino didn't cry at her parents' funeral.
Despite the deep sadness she felt at thirteen, not a tear clouded the charcoal of her eyes. Whether it was during the announcement of the terrible news that was their death, or even during the funeral, Hana's face remained impassive, as if it hadn't affected her at all.
But God knows how much it had affected her.
Ever since they were children, the Hoshino couple had been a pair of ice dancers who had quickly attracted the attention of the public. Young and promising, they had barely reached the age of majority when they could already boast a more than honorable track record. Their fame had spread throughout Japan and finally crossed the country's borders during the Olympic Games. On that day, they won a place on the podium as well as in the hearts of countless television viewers.
Naturally, the news that they had died in a road accident could only have shaken the country.
She felt slightly guilty afterward for not mourning their deaths. She had felt a bit foolish when hundreds and hundreds of strangers, admirers of the late couple, had lined up to offer their most sincere condolences, their faces watering as if their hearts had just been ripped out, while she herself had not been able to shed a single tear.
Like a statue, Hana had remained motionless in front of these people, content to stare at them silently as they poured out their grief in front of her.
Pain that she had buried deep inside herself, and pain that, for some obscure reason, had decided to resurface that evening.
The party was in full swing, and despite the ear-piercing volume coming from the stereo speakers, Hana's thoughts kept turning to the unfortunate accident. It irritated her to no end. In almost three years, it was rare for her to find herself rehashing the past so spontaneously. So why, why did her mind have to take her back to it so suddenly at such an inconvenient time?
A weary sigh escaped her as her gaze rested on the empty glass between her fingers, then on the other glasses that littered the coffee table in front of her. Thinking about it all bored her. It bored her just as much as having agreed to accompany one of her new classmates - a certain Sora Amano, if she wasn't mistaken - to this party, which wasn't worth a damn compared to those she'd attended in the past. Because as a result, Hana had lost sight of the only person she 'knew' and was now alone in a crowd of people probably just as drunk as her - if not more - with only her darkest thoughts for company.
To make matters worse, Hana was dying of heat. Even if she was wearing a rather short dress, it hadn't stopped her body temperature from soaring as she danced among all those drunken revelers. And perhaps she'd been a little heavy-handed with the many drinks she'd downed, in a vain attempt to cool down and get over her desire to gut the comrade who'd dragged her here. Her vision was spinning almost as fast as the reflective lights above her head, and she was finding it increasingly difficult to stand on her own two legs.
