hinako was so similar to him. they were both japanese, both loved the sky more than most people, both were suffering from the deplorable tragedy that was heartbreak.
yet she felt so different from him. he was art through his winsome eyes; each strand that he seldom combed sitting on his thought-filled head, beckoning her fingers to run through them; the beauty in his dulcet voice and the engaging words he never chooses but always had the power to pull her headfirst into his incessant abyss.
yuta was art but he was the painter of her empty sky.
she wished she could do the same for him.
red and pink streams of desire cry out of her eyes.
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GALACTOSE | n.y ✓
Fanfiction❝have you ever tasted a cosmic wonder?❞ for nakamoto yuta and the girl he'll never love. completed © sushinim 2018
