𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐊𝐄𝐘 - 𝐑. 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐀

𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

EIGHT
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The clouds drifted above the Earth, within the atmosphere and below the ozone layer that caged our habitat's gases. The Sun that loomed over us exposed against these lumps of air that felt like nothing to our sense of touch except maybe the cold airs that it emitted, a silver-like color outlining their curves and edges that partially covered the light.

    The clouds floating carelessly and mindlessly above us, disappearing and appearing whenever they pleased without anyone questioning them, because honestly, whoever would have memorized certain images of these clouds and actually spotted them once again was probably just some plain genius with a photographic memory.

And Zumi decided that she wanted to be just like them – the clouds that is.

Her dark brown eyes gazing upwards, capturing all of the blue's and white's that appeared in her field of vision, mouth pursed to a thin smile at the cold breeze that swept past her while her hands tucked behind the back of her head.

The small bumps of the rock bench that she laid down on occasionally caused an uncomfortable stinging and itching feeling in her leg, but she ignored it because this scenery was hogging all of the attention that she could give.

Her hand would occasionally point up and speak about whatever image that she thought that the cloud looked like and telling her friend about it, it was entertaining.

"Hey, that one looks like a skull." Zumi mumbled pointing a bit to the right so her new-found friend could see. True enough, it actually did look like a skull, but with deformed sockets and hole for the nose but despite that, the basic image was there.

Suna had his head tilted up towards where she was pointing and his butt had slowly started to ache for sitting at the ground for more than thirty minutes, but surprisingly, he didn't mind as well. His back leaned against the bench that Zumi laid down on while he hugged his knees together.

"Yeah it actually does." He muttered in reply before turning his head to the left to look at her figure that was laid down comfortably, then asked curiously, "I've been wondering... why do you like drawing skulls and dead flowers so much? Not that it doesn't look nice, but your book had this whole dark theme with kind of bold colors, and it's different from what I usually see."

    Zumi blinked, her eyes looking to the upper right as she racked her brain for some answers before answering sincerely, "I don't know... I just like how it looks like, I guess? And you basically have the answer already – it's different. I don't want to be part of the norm where most people just copy art styles. I just- just want the difference and the imperfections of my art to be appreciated."

    Suna nods his head slowly then says quietly, "That's cool." He tilts his head upwards once again, his soft hair brushing against the side of her leg as he rested his head lazily on the bench.

    "That looks like a volleyball." He said, pointing upwards to the left where a cloud was presented in a deformed circle that glided against the sky.

    Her mouth curled upwards in amusement, and soon enough, she let out airy chuckles at his unusual finding. She said, "How are you sure that it's a volleyball? It looks like a basketball to me, though."

    He shook his head and stubbornly pushed on, "No, that's a volleyball."

    A louder chuckle escaped from her mouth and soon enough, Suna joined in. His shoulders slightly shook at how childish he just sounded, deep and quiet laughs escaping from his mouth as well.