[Maybe Kira could finally get her sparkle.]
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Sniffs, "J-june..."
[Spring was about to end but it just started. She could watch the leaves turn to colors often not seen.]
Looking down a drop falls down my eye, "J-June..."
The crunch of paper fill the room. I look up to her with the most honest crying face. The winds blew harder lifting the curtains and papers flying all around the room.
She looked bewildered and genuinely casually surprised and confused with a hint of worry.
Hitched at my own voice, stuttering at words, "H-how... W-why..." I smile with all my face as tears run down my cheeks.
The room is filled with soft haze of sparkly golden scent with a touch of pink and orange in the space left to be filled.
Gripping the pen harder, softly trembling, she was about to break into a cry too.
My hands slowly approach her.
*CLAP*
The fog dropped for a second. The sound echoed over and over, from each corner to another.
A bright red burned on her face. Her soul had left for the split of time.
"What took you so long!?" tears continuously dropped and made things blurred and white. While my eyes put on a hopeful pout.
June cried, but not because the slap hurt. Smiled and sobbed at me with those weepy eyes.
"I'll not forgive you next time if you do this again!" I said as I stutted and stammered over my own words. It was almost embarrassing and relieving at the same time.
Later on, I apologized for the unexpected slap.
"You're really noisy when you cry..." while my hands help to wipe every spill on her face. "Hey, hey sorry now stop crying..."
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The fog had lifted. The gleaming filter arrays of rays cast by the Golden Bright's burst of eternal had shown with an orange pulp shade. With sprinkling dust wavering amidst the atmosphere, reflecting the Light of Sufferings and Blessings.
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"Alright" determined to continue our discussion I started my interrogation. "So what does my name stand for..." that should probably be the first step to learning one self.
Leaned forward awaiting her response I stood eyes locked for the judgement.
Briskly tapping her pen she jotted down a line or two.
"Huh? I must have an exciting name after all!" Pondering at her reaction, determined to know the answer that would take me one step ahead to what could I have been or should have.
She handed me the note after finishing the third line with a proud awe smile. A smile one could make when they had achieved something that they thought they couldn't.
It read, "[Kira, your name stands for sparkle.]"
"[You were mom's first child so it was a blessing to her to have you. So you're a blessing in her life and a sparkle in my heart which can take me anywhere to worst and good.]"
I was astonished as I read each line! "Am I that significant?" the bar was high but I was willing to cover any role for her.
My hands shook to soft trembles of Amazement. My eyes swirled with white paint forcing me to make a promise that I totally would've!
"As long as I live, for as long as I could remember, I would try to be the Kira that always had been or must've been!"
But it wasn't always so bright.
"Can I really be her?"
I smiled softly at the paper as a sigh of acceptance.
The paper folded at its edge. It hesitated to be pasted on the wall. A certain scent looked at me hoping for a response that would or should change my world.
"June..." whispers travelled all the way to a silent edge that wanted a soft hum.
Sheets folded and drifted off to the hands that could write the world.
"I'll try my best, okay?" With a subtle smile the words left my lips dampening a promise at June's heart.
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We continued with sorts of difference questions that could help be myself again.
"What are my hobbies?" ; "You like writing and eating chocolates alot!"
"What are my favourite shows?" ; "I don't quite remember but you have a lots of love for slice of life, Isekai and romcom genre's"
"When is my birthday?" ; "Right at 21st March! At the start of Aries."
"How am I like as a sister" ; "you're a bit scary when you're angry but always the kindest person in the entire world!"
...
The conversations went on and on. Papers kept running out and I got a lot to know! Certainly not so significant but I thought if I followed my hobbies or routines I could remember who truly I was.
The sun had faded into the earth where the abyss lies and it's white mirror shone across the clear glittery sky.
The most curious thing I got to know was "Dad." Who seem to have been off working out of hometown and only appearing for the week when the snow falls and trees shine a certain green and red neon.
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"June! Kira!" Enchoed beyond the walls to reach the two sitting and discovering. "It's time for dinner!" It was mom!
We got off the bed slowly with having our legs numbed and nerves screeching. It was a really gnarly experience.
Slowly but consistently our legs pushed towards the table full of colours and contentment.
She gazed at me with empty lens and lent me a hand to a seat with a flashy yet dull ceramic disc, which everyone had one each.
June was infront of me, across the table. It would take a great stretch for me to get to her.
"June" she pressed on her with a mysteriously serious eyes, almost commanding and rectifying.
The chair chalked against the floor as June stood to align it. I was surprised she understood the assignment without a single word of order or request.
We deliberately and hastily ate our dinner. It wasn't too bad nor too good. The food was enough to saver our needs for the night.
"June, Kira, take some rest and sleep alright?" Sounded calmer than the last time but she had been spilling instruction over instructions again and again. It was almost monotonic.
"Is mom always like this? It wouldn't make a difference if I remember it now." My mind scrambled around words that I shouldn't have the right to be the judge of.
The temperatures dropped by a degree or two. Rooms started to haze in like before and my eyes grew tired as how I would've always been.
June guided me back to the room with unease of a storm that no one would want to wish for.
Stumbling on our beds I grew almost rest obsessed. The ceiling was bright white with a hint of soft cream.
Distance shortened outside with new rain pouring soft dew of summer's break. Exquisitely painting the forbidden glass, with strokes that one could predict, be sure of, but neither guess.
"Everything is gonna get washed away... Don't worry... She'll come for you... Someone you know, but can't recognise, that savior will come. To you."
The sounds of the clatter, of tiny trinkets, ripple to my ears. Heavy and warm blankets dragged my eyelids through the maze of darkness and quietness I always prayed for. Where will I be after this.
"I hope it's not as colourful"
[Would you rather be someone or no one. The Rose shed it's second petal.]