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The sound of the audience cheering you on.
"Whoo! Go Himawari!"
The thoughts I had up there on the stage.
Here comes the part...
The adrenaline.
Everything you worked for...
The anticipation.
I want to sing.
The make or break moment.
I WANT TO SING!
But of course. Every good thing comes to an end.
"I'M DONE WITH YOU!"
Stop.
"LEAVE, GO!"
Stop it!
"I'm sorry honey.."
Why now!
"I can't deal with you!"
No.
"You're moving.. with me"
NO!
"You're moving with your mom"
STOP IT!
You wake up, drenched in sweat.
"Ugh.. again?"
It wasn't the first time you've had that dream. It's becoming a habit..a bad one.
You manage to roll yourself out of your bed.
You moved this summer, without saying goodbye. Not telling anyone you're moving, let alone where. Leaving, without a trace. Just the way you wanted.
"Hurry Wari! You don't want to show up late at your new school. It shows a lack of commitment."
Like you would know what 'commitment' is. Whatever.
You quickly take a shower, brush your teeth, and change.
"I'll be working extra hours today, so I won't be here until maybe 2:30"
"Right."
You slide on your shoes and get going.
Late hours again, as usual. You've gotten used to being alone. When your parents would fight, all I had had myself. When people used to start being nice to you just because I had made a name for myself other than delusional... I still had only myself. When my parents already had enough of each other, it didn't matter..cause I still had myself. I still laugh at that name..' Himalusion'. It's like someone threw something together just to put me down. It doesn't even sound right!
