The price of a moment, the significance of memories, the roads we tread on under the sole azure sky, and the value of life itself.
These mere things, once we do something to it-- will subject us to change, to meet a beautiful soul, and to love, unti...
[This'll be really long, and it's set on Sendoh's POV.]
It was a bright Saturday morning. I lend Ayane my shirt several days ago. My alarm rang, and I lazily turned it off.
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I probably just had 6 hours of sleep, I should've added 15 minutes more to the time when I set the alarm last night.
"Hi, Ayane. We're still off for our plan, right?"
Still in my bed, I send Ayane the message, and not a few seconds later she replied back.
"Yeah."
"Good Morning!"
I texted, but this time it took her five minutes to reply. I was still sprawled at my bed, spacing off as I stare at the ceiling.
"Good Morning."
I sighed from reading her text, her voice and face completely popping in my head, the tone of the word's drab, like she's obliged to give the reply.
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I planned to take Ayane to the court today. I remember telling her that at weekends I always play there, whenever I had time. I asked her if she was free for today last night, and it turned to two hours of conversation, mostly me sharing stories and asking questions and she replying in single words such as "Oh." or "Hn" or "Ye" or "Really?" or "Nice" or phrases ranging from four to eight words. She also said that she'll buy something so she'll tag along. That convo was also the reason for my lack of sleep, I slept at midnight, and it's already 6:15 A.M. and I need to be in front of Ayane's house at 7. I still need to take a shower, and I take long showers.
I remember her text before she replied on my Goodnight, saying:
"Don't be late. I know you can't keep track of time, and if that happens, I'll leave you to spend your b-ball practice and your Saturday by yourself".
That was the lengthy reply I ever received from Ayane from the two-hour convo. What made me smile is that even though it felt like I was scolded through text she still sent a goodnight.
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