I'm somehow more focused in writing one shots rather than my other fics. I'll update one of my fics tomorrow, but since I'm pretty much too late for Nagihiko's birthday, might as well write a one-shot.
Just accept everything, and then move on afterwards.
Who said it was easy to find a missing person? The same missing person who had caused herself to laugh and to be upset. The same missing person who helped her with her problems.
More importantly, the same missing person whom she had trusted over the years.
Nagihiko. That was the missing person that Rima was looking for. Why exactly was she looking for him in the first place? Why would it matter if Nagihiko was missing for a year without even saying anything prior?
Nevertheless, she was still looking for him. But this was one day that she might just accept his loss and move on.
A cherry blossom placed at the palm of her hand, Rima quietly sniffed it.
"Summer time and you bloomed? What an odd thing," Rima whispered, placing the pink flower beside her seat. "I might as well accept it." The cherry blossom had flown along with the wind that had just picked up. The flower had landed onto the hands of a familiar person.
"Hello, there," the person had said. It was Nagihiko. Rima was quite speechless. Just as soon as she had accepted his loss, he reappears. And it was also at this exact day.
"Nagihiko... Why did you disappear?" Rima asked, standing up and facing him. Nagihiko said nothing as he sat down from the seat beside Rima's. Rima had also sat back down. "You know, I was looking for you."
Now it was Nagihiko's turn to be speechless. Why?
"Because it was your birthday, and I wanted to say happy birthday."
It was all for Nagihiko's birthday that Rima had searched for him. We have yet to figure out why, but that was definitely thoughtful of her.
Diary Entry: Hinamori Amu, July 4th, 2012-07-04
Nonsensical drabble is nonsensical.
And yes, this is all in Amu's entry. She was the one narrating the story, because it's in her entry. I've also noticed my crappiness when it comes to writing stories, because of two things. I've been listening to a completely unrelated song when I write stories, as well as having to think of an original plot and failing.
