wake up.
prepare.
attend lectures.
want to do something and not doing it out of the strong wish to be more productive, and ending up wasting more time than anyone else.
it was so utterly dumb that chihiro herself might have just acknowledged the possibility that she was insane.
『wasted genius.』
『...sorry for her parents.』
『she has talent...』
『and yet she let it go to waste.』
she knew.
she knew she had ultimately failed her responsibilities as a daughter and a member of society, and yet she still could not bring herself to pick up that wooden sword, to practice her music, to enhance her vocabulary, to sharpen her pencil, to stretch her muscles in the studio,
she could not even express her conflicting thoughts through writing as she had used to, when she was at her lowest.
it was bad
but atleast then,
she was still good at something.
YOU ARE READING
ｎｉｃｈｉｙｏｕｂｉ「日曜日」
Художественная прозаˢᵘⁿᵈᵃʸ ⁱˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵉᵍⁱⁿⁿⁱⁿᵍ ᵒᶠ ᵃⁿᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ʷᵉᵉᵏ、 ᵃⁿᵈ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʷᵉᵉᵏˢ ᶜᵃⁿ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗ ᵃⁿᵉʷ、 ˢᵒ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵘᵐᵃⁿ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ˡⁱᵛᵉ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ⁱᵗˢ ˢᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᵈᵃʸˢ。 ｎｉｃｈｉｙｏｕｂｉ「日曜日」ⁱˢ ᶜᵒᵐᵖᵒˢᵉᵈ ᵒᶠ ᵐᵃⁿʸ ˢᶜᵉⁿᵃʳⁱᵒˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˡⁱᵛⁱⁿᵍ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ。 ᵃʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʷᵃʳᵉ?
