He felt bad.
Ah, I made her cry...
What should I do?
As he thought about his choices,
she suddenly spoke.
"I'm... I'm sorry for crying." She spoke in a broken voice, still on the verge of tears.
"But, but... This... This is truly how I've imagined it..."
She held out a page from the sketchbook.
"...Nature's beauty, I mean..."
It was a drawing of a certain piece of land with flowers slightly apparent, but not so much as to overpower the serenity of the surroundings.
A drawing straight out of a dream.
Nao remembered it, for it was one of the first pieces that he drew.
A fleeting memory, so to speak.
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A Tale of Two Feathers
General FictionMichiki Nao was a regular student in the local high school. He didn't deviate from trends, he always followed rules, and he was always home before dark. In fact, there was nothing special about him, except for his love of nature. That was, until he...
