Here's chapter two! I hope you'll like it! (Sorry for any possible grammar/ spelling mistakes)
This is my first fanfiction, so I hope it will be good enough for you to enjoy! Don't be too hard on me, please! Any reviews are completely welcome. Thank you!
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Chapter 2
Chihiro would usually stare at the empty purple wall in her room, wondering if it had all been a dream. She certainly hoped not, but she, just as you do, knew how unreliable memories can often be. When she couldn't bear the frustration her thoughts made her feel, she would start playing her guitar. There were sounds she unconsciously knew how to produce, in order to create soft and melancholic melodies that were familiar to her. She didn't know where she had learnt them, but when she played, her fingers moved as if they were alive.
These songs seemed to recreate special moments she wasn't sure she had really lived. She always tried to play alone, but from time to time someone managed to listen. When they did, they would look at her, with their eyes – and ears – wide open, mesmerized by the sweet, yet filled with sadness, musical compositions they were witnessing.
It's important to say that she had never been the same since that day. She was always feeling there was something important missing in her life; there was always that longing shadow inside her, hoping to find a light some day. That's not to say she didn't enjoy each day, but there was no sparkle in her eyes.
Throughout the previous years, her grades had never been disappointing. She had joined a literature club and she had also tried many sports – even though she wasn't good at all of them; once she hit herself on the forehead with her tennis racket, leaving a huge bruise on her skin-. She realized that her favourite sport was swimming, and she would practice it regularly. What's more, she had made some good friends and travelled with them a few times; not too far away, but far away enough for her. They had so much fun every time, and it didn't matter what they did as long as they were together.
In no time, fourteen years had passed, and when she finished her degree in creative writing, she found a job publishing short stories in the local cultural magazine. She liked that job quite a lot. Of course some days were better than others, but overall she was really happy about it, plus thanks to it, she wasn't living with her parents anymore. She loved them, but her mother had a severe addition problem, and his father, despite his best efforts, had become a really bad tempered person.
So there she was, staring at the empty purple wall in her room.