Archaic

Behind Those Yellow Roses

For a rose so fine
A rose may find

A color so bright
Cheerful it might
And friendship that lights

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Meaningless talks.

"Today, it took me three minutes to get here," said Rika.

Gracia pulled a sort of expression.

"That was unexpectedly a short amount of time, wasn't it?"

Rika nodded and smiled, "It was. I didn't expect it either."

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Those small forgettable things.

"Wait."

They all stopped, turning to see Nina's pale expression.

"Where could my wallet be?"

Haru almost snorted.

"This so you."

Chelinka shook her head.

"No, this is typical of Nina."

Nina sighed in relief. "Oh, I found it."

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Another relentless days of memories

Haru said, "You know that I get panic over something so easily."

Chelinka laughed.

"That is true."

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And another.

"This color suits your eyes," said Gracia all of a sudden.

"Really?"

Chelinka blinked several times and smiled on the mirror.

"Thank you," she said shyly.

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And another.

"Yesterday, my friends were talking about how boring for Edmund to just look at me while talking to all of us," said Nina. "It was amusing."

Chelinka smirked.

"But doesn't that make you happy, though?"

Nina confessed, "A little bit."

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And another.

Rika sat next to Chelinka and stared hard.

Chelinka stared back.

"What do you think of Valentine's day? Should I make cookies or cake for him?"

Chelinka raised an eyebrow, "Um, you can bake?"

Rika looked at Chelinka in disbelief.

"Don't underestimate me! I'm actually a good baker, you know." She stopped in thought. "Is there any sufficient time, though? It was unplanned after all."

Chelinka smiled at her response.

"I think there's enough time. You should make it if you can."

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I listened and remembered and thought

About those talks

About those memories

And about those days we were still

Acting like a fine yellow rose.