꧁ 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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Some days aren't worth living, and Hana would have adored to skip "today".
Her night had been restless, and her awakening difficult. Hana couldn't remember her dream - or rather, her nightmare - but the young woman had emerged in such a state of panic that there was no doubt it was certainly not a pleasant thing. She frequently had bad nights, and each time, the result was similar: headache, sore throat, tremors and nausea that accompanied her to the bathroom, where Hana found out how tired she looked. Her messy hair and the dark circles under her dull eyes could testify to it.
This had been followed by her grandmother's incessant criticism at breakfast, when she, too, was clearly in a particularly foul mood. Nothing on the table suited her, and Hana's every move was the subject of a sarcastic dig. While Hana always managed to ignore the unpleasant feeling left by these irritating words, on this particular morning, the task was far more tedious. Especially when the sixty-something had reminded her of her private figure skating lesson... before launching into a long monologue about her indiscipline and general lack of effort. If the old lady wasn't deaf as a doorpost, she'd probably have heard her granddaughter's teeth grinding.
The clouds had turned into a gloomy gray color by the time Hana had set foot outside, and it was finally under a torrential downpour that she found herself waiting for the bus. With neither umbrella nor raincoat, she climbed aboard almost soaked to the skin, a slightly irritated pout on her face.
The day hadn't even really started when Hana could already tell it was going to be a bad Tuesday.
Things didn't get any better for the young woman; no sooner had she entered her classroom than Amano descended on her, obviously about to embroil her in another of his harebrained schemes. Hana had learned to recognize her facial expressions when her classmate was about to ask her for a favor, but refusing in the face of her pleas was something she hadn't quite mastered yet.
Perhaps if Hana had known what the whole thing was about to lead to, she'd have been a little more determined to get out of this predicament.
—Hi Hoshino, exclaimed Sora Amano, waving at her. Tell me, you're not enrolled in any clubs this year, right ?
—Hi, replied the girl, nonchalantly placing her bag on the table. I'm not. Why ?
Her friend's eyes lit up with joy.
—And you can swim, right ?
—What's your point? The young woman said impatiently, reluctant to beat about the bush.
—As you know, the school has a pool, and I'd really like to join the swimming club, but the problem is that I...
—I don't have time for this, Hana stopped her immediately, anticipating the end. Ask one of your other friends to sign up with you.
Besides, Amano was a rather popular and well-liked girl in the class. She'd have no problem finding a replacement for her, anyone - except Hana - would be delighted to be offered such an opportunity to get closer to her.
