( in the late afternoon light, kiyomi finds herself struck with nostalgia. the way sylus looks at her is its own brand of bittersweet, filling her heart with an impossible longing. in another world, in another space, she tumbles with him amidst fields of flowers, resplendent in red and gold.
she knows the question isn't quite correct, remembers the awfulness of his words before, the heartache of loss. you must press on,, she remembers him saying, but can't quite pinpoint when, and the poignancy of his smile tugs on her heart.
she leans into him with a quiet sigh, her heart skipping a beat under his touch. the car races along, but within its confines is a world all their own. )
Mmm, I might know a little of that. ( she laughs softly, then... )
I remember some pieces of you. ( she finally admits, the dangle of her earrings and the ghost of his touch making her crave more. she reaches for his hand, grasping it so she can rub her cheek against his palm, much like a spoiled cat. ) And how fond you were of flowers... am I wrong?
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she knows the question isn't quite correct, remembers the awfulness of his words before, the heartache of loss. you must press on,, she remembers him saying, but can't quite pinpoint when, and the poignancy of his smile tugs on her heart.
she leans into him with a quiet sigh, her heart skipping a beat under his touch. the car races along, but within its confines is a world all their own. )
Mmm, I might know a little of that. ( she laughs softly, then... )
I remember some pieces of you. ( she finally admits, the dangle of her earrings and the ghost of his touch making her crave more. she reaches for his hand, grasping it so she can rub her cheek against his palm, much like a spoiled cat. ) And how fond you were of flowers... am I wrong?