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[ junkyard ]
mimi: turquoise
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We kissed when the first firework sounded, frizzling, illuminating and showering a bright haze into the black sky. The colour, I can't remember. I just remember our lips connecting, seeing the shocked expression that also reflected myself in your eyes. We both knew that in that moment it was a mistake, especially when your girlfriend - at that time - pushed you away from me, and slapped you in the face.
When I had stumbled back, I noted the same, identical turquoise dress, how similar my hairdo was to your girlfriend's, and how much we resembled each other in the dark.
Miyako had tapped me on the shoulder and whispered, "This is why I told you that you shouldn't have bought the dress, Mimi."
(Like it was own fault that my own fashion sense would result into me transforming into a home-wrecker. Screw you, Miyako)
Let's just say, from that night on, I avoided turquoise altogether.
But then, Taichi, we met for the second time...
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(a/n) a michi story that i was meant to write...
