"I spend my life imagining you this is not the time to be a coward"
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Being stunned by the heat was unpleasant, lying in his room in the afternoon, he noticed that the weather was dropping in temperature and this seemed better to him than the infernal heat that happened in the basketball game.
His younger brother slept overwhelmed by the solace that hit him despite having a fisherman's hat, but he was not exempt from the sun storm.
This is unbearable.
He tilted while lying in bed, rambling on trivial issues such as the amount of sun he consumed, being that this bored him if he thought a lot about the weather. I seem a tone thinking like this, I should focus my thoughts on other things more interesting than the weather. That is the least.
He shook his head in frenzy, breathing his hands in relaxation. His mind was calm, his body was not. He needed freshness, air from outside, not from inside where sweat odors were concentrated.
He took a cold shower, cooling off from the overwhelming heat that suffocated and consumed him alive. He dressed in light clothing and wiped his brown hair ready to stretch his tired legs.
He went out for fresh air as the day was about to set in a clear and beautiful sunset full of orange and reddish tints away from the horizon. Focused on just walking, he left his brother taking a nap in the room where he was looking to relax before dinner and fall asleep.
He went up a bit taking an alternative path instead of going downhill, what he did not expect was to find a very interesting view, one that encouraged him to involuntarily approach the person who carelessly rested on the warm and tender ground surrounded by grass and shadow of a huge tree with a large crown of branches and greenish leaves.
There was Kotoko asleep with her hands clasped on her belly, her hair floating at the mercy of the wind, her eyelids delicately closed, revealing her long and smooth eyelashes, a sun hat resting her head lying directly against the grass .
In seconds he was glued to her, his lips fell to hers as a kind of magnetism that drew him directly, firmly and precisely to kiss him. A kiss to show how strong his love could be without measures.
As a result of his feelings, he kissed her as a sign of them. Wanting her feelings to reach her somehow, forgetting her intrigue and fear. That was left aside, just making contact with her was enough to feel warm and comfortable facing the world that consumed him alive.
Kotoko just gave him love and he received it.
This was his turn to give without expecting anything in return. Well yes, hope to get your heart in your hands and keep it safe forever.
The creaking of a branch brought him out of his reveries and the kiss he gave her, his Kotoko who slept peacefully in the grass.
He took his mouth from hers, to search for the source of the sound in the distance disturbed by being interrupted in such a blatant way.
He turned his head seeing that the noise had been his brother. What was it doing there? Wasn't he asleep?
He stared at him in horror with his act, his eyes wide and his face flushed with shame. Naoki motioned for him to keep quiet or he would make him pay to open his mouth.
Naoki took another route away from Kotoko, seeing that he was interrupted by his brother, he wanted to clear his mind before letting himself be carried away by the impulses of his heart that beat immensely inside his chest, jumping and flying with happiness. If this was called kissing, he wanted to do it all the time.
The beauty of Kotoko when sleeping captivated him every time he saw her, every time he felt the tranquility that radiated with his eyelids closed and his slow, slow breathing.
She was so adorable that it urged him to hold her as if she were his most precious possession and not let her slip from his grasp.
He wanted to give everyone, the things that made him up, the songs he liked to sing to them, all that he wanted to give him and more, just to see her smile.
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P.S. (Mention of the song "NacĂ para esto" by Gustavo Cerati)
