Make a wish.
Yellow wished for a thing she never thought she could have. — RedYellow
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It was easy to fish for dreams in the limitless pond.
Dreams were a distant thing, you thought you had them close, only to realize that they are too far away to even reach. But while your hope started to dive in the sand for burial—your dreams made the reality look a little brighter. In your dreams, the impossible came to greet you, in your dreams, you can see things that don't even exist.
Sometimes, however, Yellow just wished that dreams were enough.
It wasn't.
She wanted them to come true.
How, she never knew. Her dreams were in general easy, she only wanted one thing. While her personality made her shy away from the matter in real life, in her dreams they were much more lividly. Almost burning.
A shy girl still had her fantasies.
Yellow let her boots take her closer to the fountain, to the central spot in Rome, water sluicing down in a thin rain, made the town come alive. Rome was not what she had pretended it to be—in her imagination it was a bright town, filled with history and roman influences, but in reality—it looked like an ordinary town. Houses were squished together in too small spaces, dirty men complimented her with naughty exhortations, she still felt stuck in what she thought was her own imagination.
She wanted to return to the real world, for a little while.
Yellow held out her palm and dipped it in the water. The textures of her hand smeared out under the water, the paleness of her hand got covered by the water's transparent material. Beneath, coins lay like powder, coins from visitors, from tourists, that wished to form their own future.
Throw a coin in the fountain and make a wish.
Yellow dried her hand on her clothes before zipping up the handbag. Inside, she reached for a coin, feeling the cold material smooth her fingertips. She lifted it up, closed her fingers around it, before throwing it in the water.
She closed her eyes, let out the orange sunset, and wished.
Red-san.
Please, make Red-san see me.
Yellow doubted. How could Red-san see her now, when he never had? He was kind, he treated her well, but he refused to see that there was something more. Yellow wanted more. Yellow liked him.
Yellow lo—lo—lo…
With a soft sound Yellow put down her boot at the ground, made a spin, and prepared herself to go find Blue and eat dinner.
Reality seemed to enjoy toying with lives. You thought you had the reality in hand, unchangeable, but somehow—sometimes—it seemed to change herself.
Her heart almost dipped to his feet. When she heard. When she saw.
"R—R—Red-san?"
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