THIS IS TO MAKE UP FOR NOT UPDATING FOR LIKE A BILLION DAYS. A one-shot collection with a goal of … 50 themes? At least? If I get to 50 with more ideas in my mind, I'll continue to 100 :] Sadly, I won't be able to update till next week. I'm going on VACATION. For three/four days … I'M GONNA GET A TABLET (most likely)! And then I will get a deviantart (don't own) account … I hope you will comment on my drawings …
But it's summer, so I will have time to update my stories. EXAMS … OTL Yeah … still stressed about them even though they're over … The italic at the very beginning is a lead-in ... most of them will have lead-ins, I think ...
SORRY TO MY READERS. I WILL HAVE THINGS UPDATED SOON.
Blue Skies and White Clouds
The Grass isn't Green Enough
"It's so green! It's great, isn't it? C'mon, lie down with me!"
Here with you, lying in the grass as if there is no tomorrow, it's the least that I can ask for.
And the most I'll never get.
The ground is hard, and if not for the grass, soft and moist, it would chafe my skin. Green and lively, it is beautiful. It cushions my head in the most comfortable of ways, and it embraces me in a fashion that reminds me of your arms … Warm and gentle, I wouldn't want to be anywhere but in them. But the grass will suffice … for safe and sound in your arms, I will never be again.
Come, Rima-chan! It doesn't bite! you used to say as I waded in the shadows beneath the tree cautiously, gazing down at the grass disdainfully. Fine by me! came your next statement as you sprawled gratefully onto the green herbs, (apparently) absentmindedly patting the vacant space beside you. Slowly and unwillingly, I lay down beside you and immediately smiled.
It's so tickly! I said as you grinned back.
It's so tickly … The silent words on my mouth feel foreign now … unnatural …
I despise the grass, as I despise many things. But I adore it as well, just as I adore you.
It is beautiful, mild and tender. It is everything that I am not.
And it reminds me of you. Your dazzling voice that forms the most wonderful melody, your carefree laugh that carries with the wind and still haunts me. And your face. Your appealing, angelically pale face that was breath-taking … Beautiful.
But now the sun is setting, and it signals the end of another day. Another day endured without you, and another day spent at the place we loved, on a hill far from the noisy bustling of the city. As night falls, the air is cold and hard to bare. It is hard to breathe, unlike when you were with me. With you, it was warm enough to lie down right at that spot and gaze into the night sky at the stars that you called magical.
I try to convince myself that it's the same without you here, that the grass beneath me is enough, that each stalk of grass is like your fingers caressing my cheeks stained with tears.
But it's not. It's not even close to how it was with you. When it rains, the ground is wet and unwelcoming, and when it rains, your arms feel that much warmer. But they're not here anymore, you're not here anymore. Far from here, you have gone.
It's similar, but not similar enough.
I love the fragrant grass on that little hill because of you.
But I hate it too.
Constructive criticism welcome … please notify me of any mistakes … This freaking sucks … yeah … sorry … I rushed it, I guess? Any suggestions? Themes you want to see after I run out? Hm … after my vacation (TABLET TABLET TABLET!) … I'm gonna update Poco a Poco first. Then, the LONG-awaited second chapter of Lunar Embrace. It was published in February … sad right? Then I'll update Needing Support … and I will squeeze in updates for this on the way :] Any title suggestions for the collection? Because I hate what it is right now ...
I may or may not delete this collection depending on whether or not I like writing the story, and if people like it …
Review?
