There she was,
wearing what seems to be a blue casual dress, most often seen in girls her age.
"Hello, Nao!" She called out to him, who was still walking towards her quietly.
He put his hand up as a sign of greeting, his other hand resting in his pocket.
"Greetings, Hana."
He looked up the sky, the puffy white clouds surrounded by the endless blue.
It looked similar to the sea, as the clouds moved around it like boats on the way to their destination.
Nao sighed, wishing he was as free as the clouds.
He sat near her once again.
"...You've brought my sketchbook with you?"
he asked, seeing her small hands clasping what seems to be an old sketchbook.
She nodded.
"Mhm, for some reason...
...I couldn't part with it."
"You loved the drawings that much? I'm glad,"
Nao exclaimed, laughing as he did.
"Days like these...
aren't bad."
He said to himself.
Maybe I was really supposed to give her that sketchbook of mine.
And so, their days of joy began.
YOU ARE READING
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...
