Through A Look
I was still very young and didn't understand feelings, I always thought that people would get married just because they loved each other and wanted to share every moment with their company, things weren't like in the books, they were hard to face, daddy told me like it was the best thing in the world, being married to someone you had no idea even existed. I don't even think about love... I just want to travel, explore, meet new places, sail on the high seas... Will I fall in love for the first time?
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Even if the years go by, the memories never fade. And, as much as the feelings remain strong, they never win the battle against pride.
"With each meeting he had with Mana, he felt such happiness that, several times, he thought his heart would stop. I just didn't expect that the clown fate, in a morbid joke, would make Mana's heart, literally, stop first."
"Who knows how long that would last. A year, a hundred years, a thousand years? It was only certain that Kaya was stuck in Hora and Hora was stuck in Kaya."
After my brother got a promotion at work, we had to move against my will, now here I am, running in the halls of the new school, which, for my bad luck, is huge, full of people, to make matters worse, the bell has already rung some time, everyone went to their rooms and i'm still lost, SHIT! Can this day get any worse?! It's okay....
So ironic. To reconstruct with such perfect aesthetics an atmosphere of desire that no longer existed. Theater, but also everything they had left. Incarnate for a photo the roles that tell their own lives. What they had chosen to preserve from them, at least. A beautiful, painless fragment. As if we were actually able to build something beautiful without the pain we get addicted to.
In fact I don't even know how long it's been since we've been unable to stop him. When I realised, it was just me. Surviving myself. From my voice. From my music. Rebuilding you in melodies that never touched your ears. And waiting with them to touch your heart.