WARNING: EXTREME FLUFFINESS AND KIND OF SAD THINGS
Dreamer
Kiyoshi Teppei
"Anything that might inspire you even a piece of shit over at that side can make that blank paper go whoa!" Mami laughed at her friend's remark. They were walking around their middle school, finding things they could sketch and eventually paint.
Mami was peering through her hospital window when a sudden leap of excitement ran through her. She had just seen somebody she had admired for a long time walk back into the hospital doors but she can't help but get mixed feelings. She was happy she got to see that person again but a bit sad too.
He returned to the hospital again.
Obviously that wasn't a good sign.
"Mami-chan!" It was a while before she heard the same deep manly voice she had spent an incredibly long time hearing, conversing with.
"Kiyoshi-kun," she smiled weakly, turning to look at the doorstep. She eyed the tall brunette as he approached her. He placed a basket of fruits he was carrying on the table beside her. "I thought I told you that I shouldn't see you here anymore."
"Well technically you said that when we shared that room with that old man now you're in a private room," his smile disappeared, "Did you get worse?"
"No my mom wanted me to be more comfortable so she moved me here," she then moved her head, as if pointing to the easel with the blank canvas resting on it. "She says that if I get comfortable enough maybe inspiration will push me to paint again. How about you?"
"Me? I decided to play with my team then surgery," Kiyoshi smiled again, "Don't worry Mami-chan I bet you would be able to paint again."
"Maybe, the doctor said that there's almost no chance of that happening," Mami said, crestfallen.
"Mami-chan don't give up! We're talking about our dreams after all! We'll always find a way, even if you have to paint with your teeth," Kiyoshi urged, causing Mami to be surprised.
Why are you so surprised? She asked herself. You're talking to a dreamer.
Only him, only him and mom still believe in that small chance…
She stared at her lifeless hands, maybe just maybe if everything goes well…
Kiyoshi smiled, even brighter this time.
…I'd paint that smile.
A basketball rolls to hit Mami's friend's feet.
"Sorry, sorry!"