In which a certain winged warrior falls in love with a girl who's quirk allows her to turn into a tiny white fox. Their love is the only blooming flower in the streets of Musutafu. Leaving someone you love behind for the sake of one career choice se...
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IN MY HEAD, THERE EXISTS, a pure world, where my mother and father existed. Where the grass is fluffy and bright green--where the flowers bloom as you walk the very trail your destined to follow; at least in a dreamland, that is.
This is the world that I have control over. This is my paradise. I've always wanted to share it with somebody; to share my memories.
But in this place of solitude. The moment I think about anyone aside from myself, or the people of my past; my eyes flutter open.
And I am welcomed by the warmth of the sun--and the coolness of the air, and its ambient temperature.
I didn't sleep in my natural form last night. Instead; I slept as a human girl. I thought maybe I could somehow get used to this dramatic change in lifestyle, but everything just feels, different.
It's like the world around me is glitching, and for brief moments in time there are these; remnants of my past beckoning to be heard. Crimson flowers, and flames galor--the rattling of chains and the eternal scream of my subconscious mind.
'Come to me, street girl.'
There it was. That voice. Again. I shake my head, lacing my fingers through my hair, and gritting my teeth. His voice; it was like a hissing snake. It was so venemous; just hearing it in my mind made me wanna jump off a building. It was so loud.
"Shut up--!! Stop it!!" I hiss, toppling out of bed. Or what I referred to as my bed; which was actually just a couple of old couch cushions with a tarp draped over them.
I was met with the drab hardwood floor, hissing on impact. I'd rub my nose; my tail swishing anxiously.
'Keigo.' I thought to myself. Or at least, I spoke his name in my head; recollecting the events of the previous day. My hip was sore; running away from him like that resulted in getting hit by a car. I should've known better, running off into the street was probably the dumbest thing I could ever do, but I just wanted to get away. From the voices, from keigo, from my past. I just wanted to get away...from everything.
After throwing on some clothes, I grab my bag, and made way for the big bridge. I wasn't going there to jump or anything crazy like that; I just wanted to smell the air. I loved the way the water smelled in the mornings.
My feet would slap against the concrete with each step--soaring down the sidewalk at highspeed--I clutch onto the nearest light pole, scrambling up the side like a squirrel. I hung there for a moment gazing out at the small neighborhood. Streets were never entirely desolate in the mornings around these parts; you'd see civilians rushing to get to work, and a sea of traffic would sometimes block my view of the other side of the street.
My ears twitch, and I jolted my gaze towards the corner shop. I narrow my eyes. While one part of my vision was almost entirely pitch black, the other half was vibrant with color. Yet I could still see the tiny little boxes with moving pictures on display through the shop windows.
