There she was, in the pale sunset.
In the same place they would meet up.
She held the same sketchbook that he gave to her,
cherishing it.
Her brown hair swayed in the distance,
and her blue eyes stared into the horizon―
and now into Nao's own eyes.
Her demeanor shifted from calmness,
to panic.
"Eh, ah… H-Hi, Nao…"
"H-Hello, Hana…"
Nao replied, the events of yesterday still fresh on his mind.
Nao walked closer to Hana.
He could feel the lukewarm winds caressing him.
It was what he loved most when they meet―
except, of course, for Hana herself.
"You seem to be in good spirits,"
she asked.
"Why would I not be?
I made up with one of my friends in the past.
I lost some of my… negativity."
He replied, putting down his bag beside her wheelchair.
"Ah… I guess meeting up with Sumika is what freed you from your fears, huh."
She said, sighing.
"Not really,"
He muttered to her.
Nao turned towards her, looking her in the eye.
"It's… all because of you."
Hana shifted as she heard Nao's words,
uncomfortably putting both of her hands together―
as her face went fully red.
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...
