PC: Camellias and the Fleeting Flames - Part 1Despite being the closest of friends, Hyūzu Kōen and Yūzuki Takara had a bad habit of getting into explosive arguments whenever something went wrong.More Like This
This happened all the time, without a doubt, especially during missions. Whenever their mission turned out unsuccessful, the gloves would be on. Both Kōen and Takara were stubborn in spirit, so neither of them would refuse to give into the other.
One of their biggest arguments happened after returning from a reconnaissance mission in another country. The reports they gave to their leader, the Raikage, were different from the other.
"So," asked the Raikage, "you're saying that the feudal lord's bodyguards attacked you?"
"Yes, sir," answered Kōen. "Their behavior looked suspicious, and they discovered us while we were spying. I had planned to sneak in as soon it got dark, but Takara jumped in unnecessarily and challenged the suspects to a fight—"
Takara was quick to cut him off, "Hey, Kōe
PC: Camellias and the Fleeting Flames - Part 2After their reconciliation, Kōen and Takara enjoyed their time at the Lantern Festival. They participated in as many activities they wanted, from goldfish scooping to watching the street performers on the outside stage. Once the festival ended, they prepared to head their separate ways.More Like This
...Until Kōen spoke up: "Hey, Takara. I'm not all that tired... I'm wondering if you wanna hang out at my place. I think my parents should be home from their mission, so it should be fine."
"Sure," Takara said with a smile. "I don't mind." She followed Kōen to his house, feeling excited to hang out with him some more.
But when they walked into the Hyūzu clan compound and into Kōen's house, it was dark and empty. Kōen walked into the kitchen as he turned on the lights in the family room. "I'll make some tea," he said. "You can relax on the couch."
"I don't hear your parents," Takara said, wobbling into her seat. "Are they sleeping?"
When he entered the kitchen and s
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I wake up from my dreams smiling
Because I can feel your arms around me
Then I remember...
I wonder if you think about me too
If you miss talking and laughing with me
Holding me close and protecting me
But maybe that's selfish of me to think
Do specific songs you hear on the radio
Make you tear up? Remind you of when we
Were happy and things were going well?
I wonder what you feel when you hear my name
Or when you see a car that looks like mine
Does your stomach drop?
Do you use your depression as an excuse
To hide that how you feel is because of how hurt
You are like I do? Too afraid to admit that you
Let someone close enough to destroy you?
Maybe I am the one who is perfect for you
And that scares the hell out of you.
Or maybe I'm just fooling myself.
Love is meant . . .Love is meant to see you, smiling in my eyes.More Like This
Love is meant to care for you, and never tell you lies.
Love is meant to be there, and buy you little things.
Love is meant to wish and dream, and one day give you a ring.
Love is meant to hold you, and never let you go.
Love is meant to fill a house, or scare away the foes.
Love is meant to be that first kiss that happens every day.
Love is meant to keep your warm, when sitting together by the bay.
Love is meant to be just for you, wanting nothing but to be. . .
The one you love in return, but only to find out your love was not meant for me.
If hugging you means . . .If hugging you, means to give you warmth.More Like This
Then I'll hug you till your body sweats.
If hugging you, means to feel your pulse.
Then I'll hug you till your heart beat with mine.
If hugging you, means it will show you my love.
Then I'll hug you till the ends of time.
If hugging you, means to sleep with you by my side.
Then I'll tuck you in with me, this time your mine.