Prismatic Memories Chapter 2: Cerulean, a vocaloid fanfic

It may confuse you, or it may make no sense at all, but all is intentional. I aim to make you all confuse and wonder. It's an easy to read and easy to understand story, so you might know what I intend to do with this story :)

You may notice that the chapter 2 is a bit same as chapter 1. It's intentional, so yeah... Enjoy the story, anyways :)

Prismatic Memories

Chapter 2: Cerulean

I remember the time that I met her, her cerulean blue eyes that stare cheerfully at me and her skinny yet still curvy figure.

I can't forget her. I still remember her, and I even dream of her.

I still can exactly remember how she looks like outside my dreams.

I can't forget her. No, I just can't forget her that easily, her skinny yet still curvy figure and her cerulean blue eyes that stare cheerfully at me.

I found cues to retrieve my memories of her. I didn't even try, I could remember, everything about her feels strange yet pleasant. That's because everything in my life could possibly remind me of everything about her. I always remember what she always did.

She smiled.

"Do you have a wish?"

"How are you, Len?" She would always ask me that question in a calm and cheerful voice.

I always saw her face, as she doesn't resemble just about anyone, since she also looks completely different from anyone. But all I can clearly remember now is her cerulean blue eyes that stared at my whole being with a cheerful glint on her eyes.

I remember that I gave her a passive, cheerful answer back then. But I don't really remember how I answered her.

Her eyes would sometimes move and look away from me with red tinged cheeks –as I find her staring at my eyes sometimes—and look at my face as she move her hand and outstretch it with an accusing finger pointing at me.

"I can grant any wish."

"It's all your fault, Len!" She would always say that angrily, yet she would giggle endlessly afterwards.

I would always narrow my eyes at her. I don't know if my eyes were deceiving me at that time, but nonetheless, I saw a hint of both sadness and happiness in her always cheerful eyes. That fact made it feel strange to me. I can't even describe it.

I don't remember what I said to her, but I remember what she said to me.

"Remember…"

"I don't know… but it feels like I need to say that..." I didn't quite get what she was trying to say, but I think I smiled involuntarily after she said it. It feels like I heard that line somewhere from someone I know, but I shrugged it. "But I have to say, you better be careful, Len. It feels like I've been causing too much trouble for you…" I looked at her with confused eyes. Even though there was cheerful wave emitting in her eyes, her voice ejaculated a sad wave. I felt as if I were attacked by an unpleasant sensation that drew my whole body towards her eyes. I quickly looked away, my cheeks turning red.

"Do not forget…"

"Oh I need to go now, I'll see you next time, okay?"

"You can't..."

I don't remember what I answered to her, but I remember what she did to me.

"Rin…"

I would always remember her even in my dreams. Although she always wears those lovely cheerful eyes of hers, there's still hint of sadness on her eyes. That's why I always remember what she did.

"Why…?"

She smiled.

I can't forget her. No, I just can't forget her that easily, her skinny yet still curvy figure and her cerulean blue eyes that stare cheerfully at me.

I still can exactly remember how she looks like outside my dreams.

I can't forget her. I still remember her, and I even dream of her.

I remember the time that I met her, her cerulean blue eyes that stare cheerfully at me and her skinny yet still curvy figure.

She smiled.

"I… I'm sorry—"