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To Miyuki, loving someone with all your heart and soul was a blissful fantasy.
It seemed elusive, like a song you could never memorize, like a muddled painting you can never understand. He wishes it was as simple as flicking on a light and having your whole life illuminate with ease. But he was trying...he was trying...
“Do you believe in fate?”
He knows you’re standing there, the shifting breeze signifying your presence. As if waiting for something he’s sure not to give, yet you wait anyways, stubborn huffs, pressed lips, and all. He knows you’ve rushed out the door for when he motions for you to sit, you plop heavily on the earth, unwashed and spotted sweater messily thrown over your head. You smell like the rush of the wind, a tickle of sweet, and an unwavering sense of anxiety.