The price of a moment, the significance of memories, the roads we tread on under the sole azure sky, and the value of life itself.
These mere things, once we do something to it-- will subject us to change, to meet a beautiful soul, and to love, unti...
Hi! Your author is back, and she is still hating on her lazy ass self. Sorry since I was so busy with school but all of it paid off! Anyway, here is the update, in glorious changing POVs! I do hope the feels inside this chap makes up for the months of hiatus. (Y'all just imagine how sweet Sendoh is, and probably my style of writing has changed 😖).
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9:00 PM
Sendoh's POV
Ayane's head kept on slipping from my shoulder, so I cradled her closer to me, placing her head on the crook of my neck. Before that, I carefully removed the bouquet from her hands and placed the cake I was holding on the empty space beside me. I rested my arm on her side, then looked at an elder sitting across us, who seemed to stare at the things I did. I gave him a nod, him smiling back.
Ayane's wrist showed a tinge of pink, which were a crimson color a while ago. I softly reached out her hand and laced my finger on hers. Ayane's dexterous and slender fingers that tickled the piano keys a while ago just fits flawlessly between the gaps on mine everytime.
At every stop people lessened, until we were almost at our stop.
"Ayane." I said, patting her head. "We're almost there."
"Hhnn."
Ayane furrowed her brows before squinting and fully opening her eyes. I moved my head a bit so she could look up to me. She blinked twice first, and I gave her a smile.
"We're almost there." I repeated.
Rubbing her eyes, she gave me a lazy response. "Thanks for waking me up."
I think she's still sleepy. After giving a yawn and sitting for a while, she returned to the position she was in a while ago. I'm amazed she wasn't taken aback that she was even in that position, her body cradling gently and closely against mine, like a piece of cloth closely sewn to another, until creating a pleasing patchwork. Maybe she already grew accustomed to some of my actions.
"You'll be sleeping again?" I asked.
"We're almost there, I can't afford to sleep again." She says, moving her head much closer to me. "Just let me stay like this for a while."
"Okay." I said, heart beating fast, trying to control my breathing.
"Your hair's already limping." She said with a coy smile. "I'm really fascinated on how you look like another person with your hair down....."
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In reality, my hairspray is already at its limit, and I haven't had the time recently to go buy a new one.
"It really suits you."
"Do you want my hair to be like this all the time?" I jested.
"If you like to, it doesn't bother me." She says, looking at our entwined hands. "You know, I felt that before you even held my hand a while ago you stared at it for a very long time."
