❝ it's never too late, baby, so don't give up. ❞
─── ⋆⋅☁️⋅⋆ ───
in which,
𝕾atoshi's journey of
love turns anything
but complicated
as time strolls by.
OR.
𝕷ove has been
chasing clouds of
ember for Satoshi.
From a highschool
crush to the end
of...
It was elementary; her voice was a melody. It ranged from the highest-pitched symphonies when faces were colored to the lowest strum of a guitar when words were exchanged.
Nevertheless, it had an inexplicable aura that surrounded her in a bubble of an epic orchestra that would leave you like, to quote the Bard, Shakespeare, a gaping idiot.
It had the quality to embrace the tightest of stomach knots and melt them into sweet nothing.
❪ dissolve into you ❫
Singing contests were an absurdity, seeing as the girls in my class preferred anything involving footwork over vocal work.
But dumb charades were a thing in my time. Especially, the ones where you are the opposite of dumb because you're guessing songs.
It was my duty to listen to her.
❪ even the simplest of words redefine me ❫
A sweet ending note of 'oh' is all you need to complete a harmony, quite harmoniously.
But to win because of that particular note was a feeling unexplored. Our team won because of her illustrious performance.
And she won more than just a game in that fleeting moment our voices collided.
❪ 彼女の声 ❫
─── Satoshi. <3
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A duet kindles a flame between Satoshi and his crush. Will it be taken care of or will it be extinguished before it can burn bright?
─── ⋆⋅☁️⋅⋆ ───
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