Supernatural

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The Sacred Garden, as some call it, is a place where supernatural beings wander around whether humans are now... Еще

PROLOGUE (-)
CHAPTER 1 | ADJUSTING (+)
CHAPTER 2 | RUMORS (-)
CHAPTER 3 | CALL (-)
CHAPTER 4 | SIGNS
CHAPTER 5 | A SIGHT (-)
CHAPTER 6 | FRIENDSHIP
CHAPTER 7 | DREAMING
CHAPTER 8 | MEMORIES
CHAPTER 9 | COMFORT (-)
CHAPTER 10 | THE MUSIC BOX
CHAPTER 12 | HIS PAST (+)
CHAPTER 13 | TRUST
CHAPTER 14 | A VISIT
CHAPTER 15 | GIFT (+)
CHAPTER 16 | A DATE
CHAPTER 17 | FADING (-)
EPILOGUE (-)

CHAPTER 11 | REMINISCING

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- Kurano's POV - 

- THE SACRED GARDEN, Tuesday, 10:20 PM - 

As she disappears, I wave back and smile to her.

She reminds me of my mother, whom I loved.

But, my feelings...change when she's there.

I can feel myself warming up when it comes to her.

I tend to talk to her a lot now.

Maybe it's the best time to tell her who I am before.

I had a poor life as a child.

I hope she would understand, why I became like this.

I fade away back to the place I took her.

My old house, where I used to live.

I walk around to see my photo frame.

When I saw our portrait, I couldn't help but tear up.

That music box, was the gift my mother gave me.

But she loves the gift, so I gave it to her.

It makes me happy to see her smile after all.

She deserves it, after all she had been to.

- Emalynne's POV - 

- SCHOOL, Wednesday, 12:00 PM - 

I was spacing out, thinking about the things that happened yesterday.

In my mind, was the memories we did.

I still have the music box, just in my hands, at home.

The melody starts ringing in my head.

I close my eyes, and remember its tune.

But, all of a sudden, I can see Kurano, standing in the distance.

"Come to the garden later, Ema. I want to talk to you." His voice echoes around the memory.

He then fades away from the memory.

I opened my eyes, to see Nancy's confused expression.

"Why'd you close your eyes for such a long time?" She asks, chewing on her food, quirking a brow.

"I just thought of something." I chuckle as I take a bite of my lunch.

For a second, something entered in my mind.

What did he want to talk about anyway?

That question stuck to my head for the rest of day.

- APARTMENT, 3:15 PM - 

When I managed to arrive home, I unlock the door.

I rushed upstairs, seeing father confused expression as I ran.

When I got upstairs, I open the music box, and its melody starts playing.

The soft, twinkling sound makes me happy, reminding me of him.

I bring out my textbooks, and started doing homework until it's time to go.

- 9:00 PM - 

When I check the time, I change into some presentable clothes.

I put on a denim jacket, a crop top, some skinny jeans, and a pair of sneakers.

Going downstairs, I carefully walk over to the door.

Once I exited, I slowly walk my way towards the garden.

While walking, the thought repeats in my head.

What did he want to talk about anyway?

It kept ringing into my head as I kept on walking.

- THE SACRED GARDEN, 9:10 PM - 

When I arrived at the garden, I can see him appearing, with that glow.

I approach him slowly, my heart beating faster.

"What is it that you want to talk about?" I ask, speaking loud and firm.

"Since I've seen your past, it's time for you to see mine." He mutters, revealing the crystal he held before.

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