𝖳𝖺𝗒𝗅𝗈𝗋'𝗌 𝖳𝗎𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖫𝗈𝗏𝖾

𝖉𝖆𝖞𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙

(Above picture is "The Great Wave" by Hokusai)

"And I can still see it all (In my mind)

All of you, all of me (Intertwined)

I once believed love would be (Black and white)

But it's golden (Golden)

And I can still see it all (In my head)
Back and forth from New York (Sneaking in your bed)

I once believed love would be (Burning red)

But it's golden

Like daylight, like daylight

Like daylight, daylight"

💮Neon Love💮

In the heart of Tokyo, amidst the neon-lit streets and bustling crowds, two young women were on a collision course with destiny. Meko Fushiguro, a renowned English author of Japanese origin, had once called New York City her home. But after her mother's lonely passing in Tokyo, Meko was burdened with guilt for not being there during her final moments. The weight of that guilt had brought her back to her birthplace, where she now navigated the competitive and unforgiving world of modern literature.

Contrasting her tumultuous life was Nanako Futaba, a modest schoolteacher leading a tranquil existence. Each day, she would immerse herself in the joys of teaching at a local day school, interacting with the children, and finding solace in the simplicity of her middle-class life. If Meko were the embodiment of an uptight, skeptical mind, Nanako radiated the warm, carefree spirit of a golden retriever.

Their paths intersected one crisp, Tokyo afternoon, when the city's colors were ablaze with vibrancy. Nanako, as was her daily routine, strolled into the cozy confines of "Daylight," her favorite cafe. She ordered her usual latte and settled into a corner, her eyes twinkling as she watched the world outside.

Coincidentally, Meko had found herself at "Daylight" too. Her car had broken down nearby, and she decided to bide her time with a simple Americano while waiting for the mechanic. In her hand, she held one of her own books, a novel she had penned under the pseudonym "E. K. Fujimoto." She had chosen to remain incognito, as was her habit, blending into the world rather than being a literary celebrity.

Nanako, intrigued by the book Meko held, approached her table. She had always been an avid reader, and this particular book had struck a chord with her. She couldn't help but strike up a conversation.

"Excuse me," Nanako began, her eyes bright with enthusiasm. "I couldn't help but notice that you're reading 'Sakura Dreams.' It's one of my absolute favorites. The author's writing is just so captivating, don't you think?"

Meko blinked, somewhat surprised that someone was talking to her about her own work. She kept her composure and replied, "Yes, I must admit, 'Sakura Dreams' is a special book. The author seems to have poured a lot of emotion into it."

Nanako nodded, unaware that she was speaking to the very person who had penned those words. "Absolutely! And you know what's even more amazing? This author is so nice with their readers. They take the time to respond to fan letters and even host book club meetings. I wish I could meet them someday."

Meko found herself both flattered and amused by Nanako's innocence. She decided to keep her identity hidden and introduced herself with just her first name, "I'm Meko."

Nanako, ever the friendly and open-hearted soul, responded with equal warmth. "I'm Nanako. It's a pleasure to meet you, Meko."

Over the course of their next few chance meetings at "Daylight," Meko and Nanako grew closer. Their conversations flowed effortlessly, like a gentle stream winding its way through a tranquil forest. They discussed literature, their favorite authors, and the nuances of life in Tokyo. Meko found herself drawn to Nanako's unwavering optimism, while Nanako was fascinated by Meko's intellect and the mysterious air that surrounded her.