Dream

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Kokoro was definitely not normal. She over thinks, daydreams too much and can't focus to save her life. With terrible parents and even bipolar siblings, Kokoro might not be able to take the weight of the world on her shoulders and collapse before she found her happy-ending.

This is a story of her finding her way, her will and her rock.||

I walked on the cracks on the pavement and only the cracks. It's just like that Chinese superstition, " if you walk in a room with your right foot, your life after that would be right"

It's very mean to the left foot. The left foot serves a purpose too. Like you can... walk... with it. This is very footsist. Is that even a thing? I wonder if-

"Oof!" I fell to the ground after knocking into an apparent... wall?

My first thought was, " Oh no! The cracks!

My second thought was, "It's not a wall is it? It's a very hard chest belonging to a very muscled man, is it not?"

My third and last thought was, " My butt checks burn."

I frowned. Was he not supposed to catch me? Wasn't that how all stories worked? I'm not in a story am I?

I sighed and looked at my hands, noticing how it was red.

Did I not land on my butt checks? Why were my hands red? Were they blushing? Do hands blush? Were they in love with each-

"What are you doing?" The man yelled at me.

I looked up and was met with his... black eyes. How... disappointing. His eyes were just, black. Not like deep black or dark black. Just black.

I cocked my eyes to the side, " Why are your eyes black?"

He furrowed his, perfectly shaped, brow and replied, " Because genetics?"

I frowned. Maybe I was just horrible at looking at eyes.

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