Let (Akashi Seijuro/OC)

Let

The emperor sits alone in a bench when the snow started to fall down.

…

Well you only need

the light when it's

burning low
Only miss the sun

when it starts

to snow

She was sitting in a wooden bench alone. Snow started to drift down piling up heaps of white on the gravel and shrouding the world that was once lively. Drawing a long breath, she stared at her wristwatch.

12/20  18:30

She raised her gloved hand and touched the part where her heart resides. It hammers slowly in her chest letting her know that she’s still alive but deep inside, she already feels dead.

It looks like he’s not going to come.

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Only know

you've been

high when

you're feeling

low

Only hate

the road

when you’re

missin' home

For a long time, she was able to outstand most of the men who tried to propose to her making them look like incompetent jerks who would never reach her toes. She had prided herself on being the usual perfectionist who would do anything just so everything that she gets has high quality.

So far, no one was able to neither meet her standards nor faze her enough to forget it. She was happy and contented with that since as long as she was able to reach higher than anyone.

Yet all of that changed after she attended an annual year-end party conducted by her Father. It was when she caught herself staring at a crimson haired young man. He was talking to her mother, a confident and professional smile on his face.

It was the first time that she saw him and she wondered if he was there from the every start. His domineering presence seemed to be different from the long list of guys that she met before.

Sure, she had seen confident looking guys in the past, even common red hairs but none of them seem to match him.

He was… well perfect. Even at a first glance and right there and then, she could feel her heart hammering fast against her ribcage.

“…Eh? Why?” she touched it, the vibration scoured her hand prompting her to pull it away faster. The feeling brought a wave of fear that held her tightly giving her head a lot of what ifs.

“Ah there she is…”

She raised her head, clear azure eyes reflected her mother in a dash of royal purple and the crimson haired young man dressed in the suit of varied quality.