Wish Of A Shooting Star

4

" I just want to be near you . ¨

Key: (S/C) - Skin Color

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A feeling of comfort washes over a girl as warmth wrapped around her. Opening her eyes she found herself in a field, daisies and dandelions decorating the lush grass around her. The sun shined brightly above her, the sun rays heating her (S/C) skin. A smile spreads across her face as she felt the green grass hit her bare legs. Walking around barefoot..it all seemed too familiar.

(E/c) colored eyes look down to find smaller hands, child-like almost. Taking a better look at herself, she wore a bright white dress, symbolizing innocence. This must be a dream, but how come she could not wake from it? Would she even consider waking up from it? Everything feels fine..she was okay, there were no threats around her at all. A gentle breeze passes by, making the skirt of her dress dance along. Birds chirped around, but there wasn't a soul nearby. The young girl starts walking around, feeling the dirt on her feet.

Exploring around, a young (Y/n) found herself wondering, "Why am I here? Why was I brought here?". The question lingers in her mind, bouncing around like a tv symbol. She waits until it hits a corner, she waits until an answer arises in her brain. Wandering around a little longer, she realizes that the thing that's been bugging her would never be solved, as there's no deep meaning to it. She was just placed here, by her head so that she releases the tension that was created during the hunter exam. This symbolized nothing, maybe.

A variety of things started to cloud her mind. More questions seem to trouble her, making the younger version of (Y/n) come to a stop. Sitting down, she finds herself picking and plucking dandelions and daisies from the floor to relieve stress. The soft, green stems wrapped around each other. The girl had crafted a flower crown, but for whom? For herself? Perhaps.

Darkness covers her gaze, feeling hands on her eyes. It startled her but she didn't react. Her body was stationary, it sat still, while she held on to the crown of daisies and dandelions.

"Guess who." A voice spoke behind her. It was deep, but it wasn't intimidating. No no, in fact it made her comfortable..because she knew who had that voice. A familiar man, a man that she held close to her heart. The one she was chasing after.

Childish laughter leaves her throat as she pries the hands off of her. A young (Y/n) looked down at her lap, finding the flower crown still there. She takes a hold of it, her (S/C) skin tickled by the petals. "Papa.." the girl murmurs, closing her eyes. She shifts her body so that she turns to face him. Once her eyelids flutter open, she finds that the space was empty. There was once a smile spread on her face but now a pout replaces it.

Drowsiness finds itself in the young girl, her lids getting heavy. A soft breeze passes by once more, pushing some of her hair this time. (Y/n) lays herself down on the grass, the blades now poking her skin. Her head rests on her arms, giving her a pillow. Mutters and murmurs come from the (H/C) haired female as she made herself more comfortable. Humming accompanies the wind, further lulling her to sleep. Darkness closes in her sight, enveloping her in a cold embrace.

Before she knew it, her consciousness was back to the land of the living. Pulling herself back to a wake, (Y/n) finds herself back in the room she was at before. Her father's voice rings in her ears, echoing in her mind. It was taunting her, her mind said that she failed to see him. It wasn't her fault..no no, it can't be. She could not control her dreams, she had no power over what events occurred. If she could, an apparition of her father would appear in her mind, but nothing appeared.

Only his voice was heard.

(E/C) eyes show themselves to the world, holding sorrow, holding disappointment towards herself. The girl took the time to sit up, her gaze shifting to look at the wooden floor that she rested on. Her backpack was nearby, pushed to the side. She remembers using that as a pillow but how come it's a couple of feet away from her? Has she been moved? Maybe it was just her that moved around. Shaking her head, she leans against the padded walls.