from afar. | takata mashiho

✦ a silent

i sense that today is special. there's only one thought left not-crossed-out in my book. and it's white day. wow, that's a lot of pressure. shh come on, you can do it mashiho. she'll be there. you know it. how i wish she'd just tell me where she is! life would be a whole lot simpler. whatever, if she ain't there, she'll have to find me. is that true love or what? do i even believe in true love? i'm frazzled.

✦ ༺━━━━༻ ✧

the first time she ever spoke to me, i was confused and concerned that i was a mad man. we – well, i – grew to see that we share an awesome sense of humour, and weird quirks that make us who we are now. she was strangely adorable and open with her own thoughts. obviously she doesn't know that i can hear her thinking, but that's beside the point. all i can say is the universe truly stuck us together. i physically and mentally cannot get her out of my head.

making my way down to my last hope is super scary. seeing as this is my last clue, i don't know what to do afterwards. this adventure's been hella fun; i felt like a pirate in all those storybooks searching for some treasure. has there ever been one where the pirate never finds his treasure? if so, it'll be something i'd be able to relate to if this whole thing doesn't work out as how i planned it would. bonk! and that is a door.

a tiny bell rings above me, is it mocking me? how dare you, you, bell! i don't know how to diss a bell. i peer my head over and through bookshelves, new and old memories compiled into pages enveloping the whole room. the sweet smell of benzaldehyde, vanillin, ethylhexanol, toluene and ethylbenzene emitted from old books is warmly pleasant. the new books are cool too. i find myself curious and fascinated by the rows upon rows of spines binding together sleepless nights and torturous days into fantasy worlds and meet-cutes until my eyes fall on this one, peculiar, odd, girl. she's got her nose stuck in a book, sniffing the books in the new additions section. "do you do this often?" i say stepping behind her. no response. and so i tap her on the shoulder and she turns to me. "do you do this often?" i repeat. she stands there, smiling, eyebrows arched in content. she reaches for her ear.

who are you?