Reserve

As I sat on the sofa, I leaned against an invisible shoulder.  I walked quickly right toward him. He also came toward me, so quickly that we almost hit each other's heads. We both laughed. The obstacle was that I couldn’t see what was holding me back today. 'I shouldn’t have run toward you. If I had been a little faster, we could have ended up hitting each other,' he said. I didn’t say anything. I thought the funnier this meeting began, the better it would be. Yet, typical him, he just a mind-reader. I only smiled and replied, "Let's just go walk, now." yet I remained frozen in space and time, just me and emptiness. We're walking to the city park and just went around, nothing really far but our steps actually might count like a mile. Restless just with him. I simply sat in silence, lost in my thoughts. It's nothing like there's no other place we can be. It's just I found my complete and I don't need to find anywhere else. "If only our ...
Do you know why it's hard to say goodbye? Because we afraid if our memories might not be able to remember them, rightly. The fact is, goodbye means good. No matter how hard.
~Aurora Esterlia

s t r o n g

R E V E R I E

What would you do if you can have a daydream and you would see anything you do want to happen?

That's what Renault Swann can do. The guy with ability to make his imagination turns into reality.

Can you imagine no one ever notice of his ability or even tracks what would he do next all the time?

except maybe for Cygne Monet, just like her name, is a painter.

She paints what she is seeing from her dreams while she is on nap.

That is just one thing standing in a way.

Neither of two know each other.

Yet trying be the judge to one another.

Does it go as comedy or tragedy?

Now, your bet.





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