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A young girl at the age of 16, y/n had found her first love. He was a good looking, passionate young boy. He had a bubbly personality and his caramel colored eyes held such happiness towards this girl. The young girl had fallen head over heels for his loving gaze.

A young boy at the age of 16, Ryouta had found his first love. She was a charming, elegant young girl. She held a calm aura that always seemed to make him at ease. Her e/c held a passionate loyalty towards him. The boy's heart was stolen entirely by her beauty, inside and out.

However, fairy tales such as this one, sadly beholds a dark twist cast by the devil.

A flash of h/c peeked from under the bed covers of the owner of the room. The youth under shifted, stirring from her peaceful slumber. As Y/n swung her legs over the bed and onto the cold floor, a buzz from her cellphone filled the silence in the room.

Her nimble hand grasped onto the device, swiftly opening it.

She smiled as she read the common 'Good morning' from her lover. Even the small good morning and kisses on the cheek gave her a feeling of true compassion.

Texting back a reply, she decided to get dressed for their outing for the day. After picking out a simple yet cute f/c sundress and skin tone flats, she brushed her knotted hair and went to the bathroom to brush her teeth.

Finished with the task, Y/n checked the time.

It was 8:30. She would definitely make it on time if she left now.

Giving her parents a brief goodbye, she stepped out into the bright and chatty streets.

What kind of place will it be on the other side?
When you arrive safely, I want at least a letter

Meanwhile, Ryouta who had gotten to the meet up place early waited patiently for the girl he had longed to hug and chat with. His phone vibrated in his pocket, reaching for his phone, he scoffed when a certain pink headed girl's name popped up.

He didn't want any disturbances in this date, and he surely didn't plan on letting them get to the both of you.

As soon he shoved his phone back in, he grinned with excitement when he saw your figure in the distance. Blushing when he saw the cute dress you wore.

Ryouta knew that it was going to be a good day.

That day was the start of a tragic year.

Little did Y/n know, that one phone call would be the virus that corrupted the relationship. As she sat at home texting up a mutual conversation with her friend Tetsuya, Ryouta had gone behind her back and had gone off with the caller that day.

He had gotten urges, which every boy had. However, he respected Y/n and held back. Although he knew what he was doing was wrong, he felt like his relationship with you was stuck in one place. And he was unable to advance.

You, who had no idea about this felt fine with the relationship as it was.

Besides, you both were too young to advance, as your mother had said.

You obeyed her.

The door is opening, to you who are heading far beyond
It will be good if this singing voice and prayers should reach you

12:00 AM, you couldn't sleep. There was something missing, you felt a longing feeling, lonely even. Reaching for your cell, you flipped it open and held in a breathe when your eyes scanned over your lovers name.

It had been a while since the last time you had texted him, so the anxiety was a little bit reasonable. But you felt that if you texted him at this right second, something would hit you emotionally.

Of course, you ignored what your gut was telling you.

Constantly pressing buttons, you came up with a simple greeting.

Hitting send, you released a breathe you had no knowledge of holding. You waited for a few hours, holding high hopes that he would answer or at least tell you he was sleepy but still respond. But still he didn't.

Like there's not a single cloud, the extent of the fine weather of today comes out
It's almost sad; it's the weather for parting

You walked among the happy streets of Japan, a little jealous of the joy that almost resonated off of the people around you. The skies were insanely clear, the blue hue dissolving into a darker gradient of blue.

It has been a month since you had last seen Ryouta, and you had tried to reach out to him but he never responded. Whenever you visited, his mother would always tell you that he was out for work or just out somewhere.

And even though your friends were still around, deep in your heart, you knew that you were lonely.

The fact that almost everyone in the whole country seemed happy today, didn't help you either.

For the whole morning, you had been finding your shoes the most interesting thing the world. But suddenly. you felt like looking up.

You wish you hadn't.

A familiar face was the only thing you could see.

Ryouta, lips connected to another woman's, hands latched onto each others. Her pink, shiny hair slightly caught in between the contact of their happy moment.

Blinking once, you kept silent as they started up a conversation about you.

'I wouldn't worry about her' He said.

'I only love you the most'He said.

Those words he had spoken, meant for her and not for you.
You knew he meant it.

Chapped lips parting, they were soon coated with a salty liquid.

"It was a graceful love..."

He instantly pulled back, lips stained with red as the girl he was just kissing parted her cherry lips in shock.

Ryouta stood there, not knowing what to do. He had just been living a fantasy, but you were the reality. Love hurts.

You ran and kept running.

An ordinary life that seems to be attached with crimson
It was a graceful love, was a graceful love
Farewell

Slamming the door, you ran up to your shocked mother and wept. You sorrowful sobs was the only thing that echoed in the house. Your loving and gentle father coming into the house soon after, instantly at your side when he took in your appearance.

As much as they knew that comforting words were pointless, they told you that it was going to get better.

You knew that the words they spoke that tried taping your heart back together wouldn't help. It was too broken to fix now.

And then someday when we can believe that we can meet
From this day and on, without change we can move on

It has been a week since the incident, a summer with nothing to do was boring. It was more excruciating for you when that dear cellphone kept ringing non-stop, you were kinda pissed off since it hasn't been ringing for the last month.

Sprawled on your bed, a yawn escaped your lips as your turned onto your side.

A simple thought filled your mind since the last few hours.
What if he wasn't with that girl, what if you guys were still together up to this minute?

What if, you didn't look up that day? Would that change anything?

Sighing, you decided to try going outside again tomorrow, maybe it'll make you feel better.
Maybe if you see him again, you can apologize and try to move on without change. A butterfly fluttered in your heart, hoping things can look up for the better.

If the door closes, we'll get used to being apart
The smoke of you will become the cloud that becomes the rain

Time has moved on, it was the now the season of winter.
You had almost moved on from your broken heart, leaving the hazy memories of your past behind. Now, at the age of 18, Y/n L/n was about to head to university.

That blonde boy from you past has now been your least priority as of now. You didn't need to worry over something so trivial, especially when you were on the last stage of overcoming your grief.

Acceptance as they called it.

Right now, you stood in line at a train station heading to Osaka. And being in a public place has never been so nerve-wracking to you. It was such an exciting and refreshing experience.

You swiped your tongue over your lips in anticipation.

"I can't wait..."

Closing your eyes, your smiled as the soothing voice of the announcer filled your ears. You were about to leave your life behind.

A loud feminine yell caused you to jolt in your place. Looking in front of you, a woman with pink hair was arguing with a tall man with navy blue hair. Another man with blonde hair was trying to break the argument.

You and the group of people were at the very front of the line, so they had gained the attention of everyone that could see them.

The honking of the train bounced off of the walls around you, your legs had moved on their own.

Right as the pink headed woman was shoved back, you had started to struggle through the two men in front of you to try to keep her from falling onto the track.

The blonde man stared in horror as a familiar h/c flashed between the space of him and his partner. As the woman with the pink hair started to fall onto the tracks, a hand shot out to grab her out stretched one.

The h/c woman fell forward as the other one was slammed into an innocent bystander.

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Time, had stopped for the blonde man. He let go of his partner and reached for his past lover. Screaming out her name.

"YYYYYYYY/NNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!"

An ordinary life that seems to be attached with crimson
It was a graceful love, was a graceful love
Farewell

A man with baby blue hair ran his mouse over the save file icon and clicked it. Shutting his laptop, he stood and stretched his stiff back. Sighing, he strode over to his bathroom and turned on the sink.

Cupping his hands, he held them up to his face and relished over the coolness of the clear liquid. He thought back as to why he wrote such a thing even though he had aspired to be a kindergarden teacher.

Perhaps it was the tragic story of two people he knew well.

Maybe it was the recent passing of his grandmother, was what inspired him to write this story?

He honestly didn't know what in the world he was doing at 3:00 in the morning.

Slipping off his socks, he glanced towards his phone and attempted to grab it before falling face first into the floor.

"Ow..."

He gingerly held up the phone up to his ear, pressing the answer button.
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"Hello?"

Description
A young girl at the age of 16, y/n had found her first love. He was a good looking, passionate young boy. He had a bubbly personality and his caramel colored eyes held such happiness towards this girl. The young girl had fallen head over heels for his loving gaze.

A young boy at the age of 16, Ryouta had found his first love. She was a charming, elegant young girl. She held a calm aura that always seemed to make him at ease. Her e/c held a passionate loyalty towards him. The boy's heart was stolen entirely by her beauty, inside and out.

However, fairy tales such as this one, sadly beholds a dark twist cast by the devil.

A flash of h/c peeked from under the bed covers of the owner of the room. The youth under shifted, stirring from her peaceful slumber. As Y/n swung her legs over the bed and onto the cold floor, a buzz from her cellphone filled the silence in the room.

Her nimble hand grasped onto the device, swiftly opening it.

She smiled as she read the common 'Good morning' from her lover. Even the small good morning and kisses on the cheek gave her a feeling of true compassion.

Texting back a reply, she decided to get dressed for their outing for the day. After picking out a simple yet cute f/c sundress and skin tone flats, she brushed her knotted hair and went to the bathroom to brush her teeth.

Finished with the task, Y/n checked the time.

It was 8:30. She would definitely make it on time if she left now.

Giving her parents a brief goodbye, she stepped out into the bright and chatty streets.

What kind of place will it be on the other side?
When you arrive safely, I want at least a letter

Meanwhile, Ryouta who had gotten to the meet up place early waited patiently for the girl he had longed to hug and chat with. His phone vibrated in his pocket, reaching for his phone, he scoffed when a certain pink headed girl's name popped up.

He didn't want any disturbances in this date, and he surely didn't plan on letting them get to the both of you.

As soon he shoved his phone back in, he grinned with excitement when he saw your figure in the distance. Blushing when he saw the cute dress you wore.

Ryouta knew that it was going to be a good day.

That day was the start of a tragic year.

Little did Y/n know, that one phone call would be the virus that corrupted the relationship. As she sat at home texting up a mutual conversation with her friend Tetsuya, Ryouta had gone behind her back and had gone off with the caller that day.

He had gotten urges, which every boy had. However, he respected Y/n and held back. Although he knew what he was doing was wrong, he felt like his relationship with you was stuck in one place. And he was unable to advance.

You, who had no idea about this felt fine with the relationship as it was.

Besides, you both were too young to advance, as your mother had said.

You obeyed her.

The door is opening, to you who are heading far beyond
It will be good if this singing voice and prayers should reach you

12:00 AM, you couldn't sleep. There was something missing, you felt a longing feeling, lonely even. Reaching for your cell, you flipped it open and held in a breathe when your eyes scanned over your lovers name.

It had been a while since the last time you had texted him, so the anxiety was a little bit reasonable. But you felt that if you texted him at this right second, something would hit you emotionally.

Of course, you ignored what your gut was telling you.

Constantly pressing buttons, you came up with a simple greeting.

Hitting send, you released a breathe you had no knowledge of holding. You waited for a few hours, holding high hopes that he would answer or at least tell you he was sleepy but still respond. But still he didn't.

Like there's not a single cloud, the extent of the fine weather of today comes out
It's almost sad; it's the weather for parting

You walked among the happy streets of Japan, a little jealous of the joy that almost resonated off of the people around you. The skies were insanely clear, the blue hue dissolving into a darker gradient of blue.

It has been a month since you had last seen Ryouta, and you had tried to reach out to him but he never responded. Whenever you visited, his mother would always tell you that he was out for work or just out somewhere.

And even though your friends were still around, deep in your heart, you knew that you were lonely.

The fact that almost everyone in the whole country seemed happy today, didn't help you either.

For the whole morning, you had been finding your shoes the most interesting thing the world. But suddenly. you felt like looking up.

You wish you hadn't.

A familiar face was the only thing you could see.

Ryouta, lips connected to another woman's, hands latched onto each others. Her pink, shiny hair slightly caught in between the contact of their happy moment.

Blinking once, you kept silent as they started up a conversation about you.

'I wouldn't worry about her' He said.

'I only love you the most'He said.

Those words he had spoken, meant for her and not for you.
You knew he meant it.

Chapped lips parting, they were soon coated with a salty liquid.

"It was a graceful love..."

He instantly pulled back, lips stained with red as the girl he was just kissing parted her cherry lips in shock.

Ryouta stood there, not knowing what to do. He had just been living a fantasy, but you were the reality. Love hurts.

You ran and kept running.

An ordinary life that seems to be attached with crimson
It was a graceful love, was a graceful love
Farewell

Slamming the door, you ran up to your shocked mother and wept. You sorrowful sobs was the only thing that echoed in the house. Your loving and gentle father coming into the house soon after, instantly at your side when he took in your appearance.

As much as they knew that comforting words were pointless, they told you that it was going to get better.

You knew that the words they spoke that tried taping your heart back together wouldn't help. It was too broken to fix now.

And then someday when we can believe that we can meet
From this day and on, without change we can move on

It has been a week since the incident, a summer with nothing to do was boring. It was more excruciating for you when that dear cellphone kept ringing non-stop, you were kinda pissed off since it hasn't been ringing for the last month.

Sprawled on your bed, a yawn escaped your lips as your turned onto your side.

A simple thought filled your mind since the last few hours.
What if he wasn't with that girl, what if you guys were still together up to this minute?

What if, you didn't look up that day? Would that change anything?

Sighing, you decided to try going outside again tomorrow, maybe it'll make you feel better.
Maybe if you see him again, you can apologize and try to move on without change. A butterfly fluttered in your heart, hoping things can look up for the better.

If the door closes, we'll get used to being apart
The smoke of you will become the cloud that becomes the rain

Time has moved on, it was the now the season of winter.
You had almost moved on from your broken heart, leaving the hazy memories of your past behind. Now, at the age of 18, Y/n L/n was about to head to university.

That blonde boy from you past has now been your least priority as of now. You didn't need to worry over something so trivial, especially when you were on the last stage of overcoming your grief.

Acceptance as they called it.

Right now, you stood in line at a train station heading to Osaka. And being in a public place has never been so nerve-wracking to you. It was such an exciting and refreshing experience.

You swiped your tongue over your lips in anticipation.

"I can't wait..."

Closing your eyes, your smiled as the soothing voice of the announcer filled your ears. You were about to leave your life behind.

A loud feminine yell caused you to jolt in your place. Looking in front of you, a woman with pink hair was arguing with a tall man with navy blue hair. Another man with blonde hair was trying to break the argument.

You and the group of people were at the very front of the line, so they had gained the attention of everyone that could see them.

The honking of the train bounced off of the walls around you, your legs had moved on their own.

Right as the pink headed woman was shoved back, you had started to struggle through the two men in front of you to try to keep her from falling onto the track.

The blonde man stared in horror as a familiar h/c flashed between the space of him and his partner. As the woman with the pink hair started to fall onto the tracks, a hand shot out to grab her out stretched one.

The h/c woman fell forward as the other one was slammed into an innocent bystander.

.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.

Time, had stopped for the blonde man. He let go of his partner and reached for his past lover. Screaming out her name.

"YYYYYYYY/NNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!"

An ordinary life that seems to be attached with crimson
It was a graceful love, was a graceful love
Farewell

A man with baby blue hair ran his mouse over the save file icon and clicked it. Shutting his laptop, he stood and stretched his stiff back. Sighing, he strode over to his bathroom and turned on the sink.

Cupping his hands, he held them up to his face and relished over the coolness of the clear liquid. He thought back as to why he wrote such a thing even though he had aspired to be a kindergarden teacher.

Perhaps it was the tragic story of two people he knew well.

Maybe it was the recent passing of his grandmother, was what inspired him to write this story?

He honestly didn't know what in the world he was doing at 3:00 in the morning.

Slipping off his socks, he glanced towards his phone and attempted to grab it before falling face first into the floor.

"Ow..."

He gingerly held up the phone up to his ear, pressing the answer button.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.

"Hello?"