- Video is the song is "Yume Yume" by Hatsune Miku". This chapter was inspired by the song. -
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Yuki's POV
It was Sunday night, and the darkness outside pierced the night. The moon radiated with the light of life as it shined over the bustling city of Chiheisen.
I was in my peaceful apartment complex, well, I was in Yui and I's bedroom, to be more specific, sitting silently on my swivel mesh desk chair in front of my desk.
My fraternal twin Yui slept soundly on her bed, while Lyruru slept on a small cushion on my night stand.
My desk lamp was on, shining over my desk. I look over to my night stand and notice the time:
12:47 A.M.
I knew I shouldn't be up at this time. It was a school night, after all. But I continuously told myself the whole day that I would do this, and there was no turning back now.
I then gaze back at my desk, and I gaze at the sketchbook lying before me. I held a pencil in my hand, and I raised the pencil in the air slightly.
Nervousness was written all over my face, and I gulped nervously. I then closed my eyes, slowly took a deep breath and exhaled.
"It's okay, Yuki..." I reassured myself in my mind, "You can do it this time..."
I then open my eyes, and with a face set in determination, I brought my pencil down towards the piece of sketchbook paper in front of me.
But just as the tip of the pencil was about to meet the paper, that haunting 6th grade memory flooded back to me, and that memory replayed in my mind...
"I had no doubt in my mind that you would get last place. After all, you're not a very good artist."
"How does it feel, knowing all of your time and effort has been for nothing?"
"You're not an artist. And you never will be!"
Those words said to me on that day pierced and stabbed me like knives, and it hurt me emotionally.
I didn't want to go in depth of the memory any further, and I shut my eyes and shook my head in displeasure, trying to shove my memories of the 6th grade incident away from my mind.
I open my eyes and continue to stare at my paper, trying to bring myself to draw something. My hand began to tremble and twitch and before I knew it, I found tears streaming down my cheeks.
No. I can't.
I just can't.
I managed to calm down after a short period of time. I then sighed after calming down, and I slowly placed the pencil on the side of my sketchbook, giving up.
I then sat silently.
~ The next day ~
It was Monday morning, and alongside Yui, I walked towards the gate to school.
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