Re-

Miya: Re CONSIDER

(💦Last Year's Piece💦)
(💦昨年の作品💦)

A formerly blind girl pours out her longing for a boy she'll never see. Identity V OC.

Lucky Guy. L-U-C-K-Y G-U-Y. The letters melt in my mouth like a sweet white chocolate bar. A wave of calm rushes over me just spelling those two cute words out. Nobody here in this manor except you knows your real name. I myself am guilty of not asking. Oh, curse my shyness eating me like a hungry wolf.

Do you know my real name? It is definitely not Kasumi Minami. Nobody here except my cousin, Maureen, in this manor knows my real name. And you probably regard me so lowly to the point that you are not asking. Oh, bless you regarding me as nothing more than a useless, blind, dull girl.

I wish I could see you.

Because I see only black curtains.

I wish I could open them up.

Most days, I imagine what I could see. Your body, your spectacles, your clothes, your handsome, freckled face, and those eyes.. Probably eyes that I would get lost in as easily as I would get lost in.. any other place in the world that isn't the temple I used to stay in.

But I don't want to feel you yet.

How can one expect to take such a great, risky leap of feeling, touching and loving someone when one hasn't even seen the One and Only?

It's common sense, it really is.

The most I've heard about you are from Maureen, saying that you're shy and awkward, and that you're bespectacled. She said lots of things, actually.

That you're sweet.

That you're a little timid at times.

That makes me think you're the kind of guy I want.

But alas, how do I confirm these facts when I can't even see you or know you?

And in the blink of an eye, a trio of miracles waltz past my poor sinner's body and draw up those black curtains. Warm sunlight bathes my skin.

I see the Manor, in all its glory. I see the Gardener, Emma Woods, I see the Lawyer, Freddy Riley, and I see my beloved Maureen.

I've always imagined Maureen to be an angel from heaven. Flowing blonde hair, pretty blue eyes, a white dress. She didn't look like what I expected.

But somehow, I was satisfied.

Her hazel brown eyes were as bright as diamonds. The hardest substance on earth that could withstand any pressure. Maureen is tough.

Her raven black hair was a river, perpetually flowing, yet still so restrained. A beautiful river tangled in a tight, uncomfortable, fluffy hair tie. Maureen needs to let her river flow.

And finally, her pretty face, those peach pink lips curled into a loving smile. Maureen is more than another cousin.

"You light up my life."

She didn't say that.

The weird but familiar way she pulled me in for a warm, mint-and-lavender scented cousin-hug explained everything.

My everything.