If Music Is My Passion, You're My Muse [Anhane]

Her: Inner Charm, It's Hypnotic

As much as An doesn’t want to admit it, she just wishes she can tell Kohane how she sparkles in the darkness of the night.

Sentiments appear without warning, they tend to spill like an overflowed well of water, it trinkles first and eventually floods. An offers crooked smiles between meaningless collections of meaningful words, each one being caught by the wind, eventually stopped by hair that flew uninvited over her lips.

Kohane’s hair swayed in the same pattern– somehow so perfect at each individual breeze. Both pigtails swayed to her left, brushing against her rosy cheeks, against her bubbly face and euphoric presence above An. Not that she was taller, she simply says there’s no better way of watching stars pass by than with a straight back, An thinks comfort is a better condition.

All of it; it feels like she’s dreamed of this once or at every night.

Because she already knows all of this, but she can’t help but repeat it over and over in her mind, how meeting Kohane must’ve been the most perfect fate she was granted. Like the winds were always impactful for Kohane and it somehow ended with her crossing paths with her own, a gracious finale to an exposition.

“Thanks for coming out this late,” An catches of glimpse of Kohane, her pupils that grew upon realization, a reflection of herself within. “-It was a weird call, I bet. I’m grateful.”

For the first time in what feels like a century, they’re at last not surrounded by music or music-affiliated circumstances, only being met with the sounds of winds on a clear night. Music is what brought them together, music is what keeps them together– it’s times like these, too. 

“I didn’t find it weird.” Kohane began, her voice gentle on the winds, An would’ve missed it if she wasn’t paying close attention. “Remember that time I took you cloud gazing? It rained, also.”

“Hey, it could’ve been worse.”

Kohane shakes her head. “The point is, I don’t mind being here.”

An lifts her finger up, subtly, tracing unread constellations of the sky. Truthfully, she doesn’t know much about constellations, yet she indulges in each made meaning of the world, the universe hypothetically held at her fingertips.

Loud silence collided in her thoughts, her hair flying in glimmering blue, twinkles of star-designed clips reflect along silver railings. 

She’s at her most comfortable, her most relaxed state of mind; because Kohane is here. It wouldn’t have taken half a mind to figure that out, not even a miniscule time of thought, since she has such a strong tendency to call Kohane her snapshot of the galaxy. Also true: she stole that from when Kohane first told her that, when she put both of An’s hands into hers and called her ‘my own sample of the stars of the sky’.

Even if she wasn’t completely serious, An can’t help but clutch on her hoodie just remembering the scene like the back of her hand, the colors of her fingernails, the completely altered constellation of moles on Kohane’s hand.

Silence seeps back into the present tense.

“Hey, Kohane?” An is first to break it, her finger catches along the railing, flicking away scraped paint. “Can you do me a favor?”

“Hm?” 

“Stay by my side, will you now?” She asks, watching a piece of paint fly into the natural waves of wind, twirling at the gusts. She meets a gaze back with Kohane, whose eyes flickering between the stars and curious stares of Shiraishi An’s.

Kohane’s mouth opens, then it closes. Her tongue stays between her teeth, until it doesn’t. “Has my response ever changed?”

“No,” A smile grows on her face, undeniably. “Just figuring out how to break the silence.”