Spring Writes Stuff

2. Made Up Realities

I suck at writing, but big sad mood incoming.

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He has been staying awake for days.

Staring out on the sunset in front of him, Kubo sighed heavily, closing his eyes as he felt the wind meet his face blissfully.

He can't even go back to sleep, it only pains him to be reminded of the things that only happened in his dreams. It felt like it was all real.

Who is he to fool himself?

He brought out his shamisen from beside him, and grabbed a small sheet of paper from his bag. He then folded it into a small origami of a bird, before strumming some notes on his shamisen to give it life.

The paper bird chirped in front of him, making Kubo smile at it with a small laugh. "I need someone to help me practice for my new story, and I figured you can help me," he said softly, as the paper bird turned it's head towards him, and sat in front of him as if it's ready to listen.

That's exactly what she did when they first met.

He shook his head with a heavy sigh, and played a soft and peaceful tune from his shamisen. The small sheets of paper floated up in the air, forming a tree that is similar from his dreams.

The place where they met.

"I once had a dream," he started, as the papers in the air formed a figure of a girl with long hair sitting near the tree with her eyes closed peacefully. It is exactly how he remembered her. "A dream that felt like reality."

"I saw a girl. Sitting beside a nearby tree." The papers then moved to create a smaller version of himself, walking towards the girl near the tree.

"Where am I?" He had asked her, as her soft eyes shot open from the voice. She had stood up from the ground, and turned her body to face him.

As their eyes met, they both were lost in them by just staring at each other. Kubo had cleared his throat, smiling at the mystery girl in his dreams.

"Um, hi," he started, as the girl continued to stare at him with a blank expression on her face. He gulped down on his throat, trying to avoid her gaze on him.

"I'm Kubo, do you know where I am?" he tried to ask, and the girl smiled. "My name is Agatha, Kubo. You're in my resting place," Agatha said softly, as she sat back beside the tree.

He raised an eyebrow. "Your resting place?" He asked, as he tried to walk towards her. Agatha nodded to him, patting the space next to her, inviting him to sit next to her.

"She told me that her name was Agatha," he told the origami paper bird in front of him, as the flying papers had formed the atmosphere when they talked to each other in his dreams.

"She told me that I was in her resting place," Kubo said softly, looking at the flying papers that moved as if they talked to each other once again.

He can still hear her soft voice in his head. "She also told me to sit with her. And from there, we would talk endlessly," he continued, as the origami papers above them moved as they talked.

"Come, sit with me," Agatha had told him, as his own mind took over his body and sat beside her.

"She told me her story, about being the outcast of their town. Seeing things that no other normal person can see. Her story was tragic and sad. Luckily she has a caring family that helped her out from her curse and her revenge," Kubo said softly.

"What's your story, Agatha?" Kubo would ask her, making her smile at him. "I was killed at a young age by misunderstood men, accusing me for witchcraft," she started, making him gasp.