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...
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Snow drifted off gently in whorls as the moon inched itself slowly into the sky. Snowflakes of different patterns ornamented our hair, only to melt away when we try to hold it between our fingers.
"Well, this is my house, Yan-chan." Yoko proudly says as her glasses slid down the bridge of her nose, and she pushed it back up.
It was just a simple two-storey house adorned with many lights and Christmas decorations.
"Let's go inside, I'm freezing."
There she went, charging into the snow as I lag behind her.
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They have a Christmas tree in one corner of the house, and beneath it were a ton of gifts.
"Gifts from relatives" she say, taking off her shoes. "Some of those are for my siblings."
"Are you the firstborn?"
"Yeah."
The walls of their house was painted in light taupe, with several large windows placed adjacently to their snow laden lawn. An austere chandelier was hanging from the ceiling.
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Then, a woman came into view. Short and slim with salt and pepper hair, a messy bun laid perfectly on the base of her neck. Messy strands of hair sprang from her scalp.
"Oh, mom, meet Ayane Koyuki."
"Nice to meet you." I said with a bow.
She was carrying a baking tray and with a quick whiff the air started to smell like chocolates and cinnamon.
