«did you think you can escape these barlines?»
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twinkle twinkle little star,
how my heart is black as tar.
up above the world so high,
all my sorrows sit and lie.
twinkle twinkle little star,
how i wonder who he is.
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The First Hidden Colour
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Chiharu's POV
"Don't you think time travels too quickly?" My aunt asks as she brushed my hair. She chuckles to herself, giving me a sweet smile.
"How so?" I ask her as she tied my hair.
"Just a few years ago, you were still a kid who just lost her parents," Aunt Risa replies. "I always wondered why my brother, your father, had considered suicide after your mother died."
I look away, a little sad. Even if they did put me through a lot back then, there were still some happy memories. They were my parents after all.
"I always thought that I was the reason why he died. But now, I don't think so."
"Why so?"
I looked up.
"Till death do us part," I quoted. "I think he just wanted mother with him."
"It was still a selfish wish, just like the selfish man he was," She pouts. "But, he wasn't a bad man."
She stops and looks down. I guess she did miss my father. They were very close after all.
"He used to stick up for me when our parents scolded us," She spoke softly.
Suddenly, she looks back up and pouts. "I still think he is a dick for leaving his son and let alone his daughter all alone."
Amused by this, I laughed out loud. She made a great face when she pouted.
"What's so funny?"
"You're so cute, Auntie Risa."
She blushed a little.
"Come on, Chiharu-Chan! Today's your special day. Don't call other people cute if you're going to be the center of attention today!"
I chuckled.
"Yeah, you're right."
"And done!" She says, spinning me around to look at myself in the mirror.
I was stunned. For a few moments, I thought the person I was looking at was not me.
"Like always, you're really good at styling hair."
She smiled at me.
My hair had a braid that circled the back of my head and the rest of my hair was nicely permed while it hung out of the braid circle. My bangs hung loosely on my forehead.
I stared at myself in the full body mirror.
The white long dress, the shoes, the veil, the make up and the hair.
