Harada Sanosuke x Ono Manami (my OC)
They say that oceans separates lands; not souls.
Sitting on the grass and leaning her back on imposing tree trunk; closing her eyes and hearing the wind, the sound of night, soothing, bewitching and yet pleasant. Slowly breathing, inhaling, exhaling; forgetting the world around her, feeling her own rib cage moving naturally; hearing her heart beating, following the atmosphere; following the nature on its quiet orchestra. Who is the leader of this strange symphony? The tree? Alone and yet bigger than everything. The grass? Small but surrounding everything on its way. Flowers? Appearing time to time and making everything magical. Or maybe the Moon, watching everything from above, creating a pale glow, making us feel the reflection of its beauty.
She slowly opened her eyes, black and lifeless eyes, cold and neutral, appreciating the empty scenery she was watching. There was no people here; just a green and infinite carpet moving with the wind, following the weather crisis but perfectly marrying with some colourful flowers. Night and yet bright; what an unusual sight. Her heart was alone; freezing from years of harsh treatment she imposed to it. It was her choice; she never regretted it; it just didn't change the fact she was all alone. People could come; fill this place with joy and happiness; smile and laugh while hugging each other; it just never changed the fact her heart was alone.
Spring was here; cherry blossoms already bloomed and yet she never expected them to fly in such a beautiful way. It was night; it was breezy and pink petal were filling everything; flying, falling in such a delicate way, disappearing from her sight but leaving a sooth feeling on her invisible scars. The young woman finally got up, raising her head and watching the big tree giving up its petals to the world, sadly, beautifully. Midnight was coming, the full Moon never leaving and the long-haired woman forgetting her surroundings. This scene looked familiar although she couldn't grasp why she felt that way. She just found this place and it looked like it was almost waiting for her: an immortal tree waiting for her to join its melancholic show like part of a never-ending dream, hoping for her to never wake up, hoping for her to never abandon this spot again.
It was a quite interesting feeling; she could safely say that she missed this place. How? Discovering and yet re-watching something she'd never seen. It was such a contradiction. The young woman then started walking slowly, making every more minimal and quiet, not wanting to disturb the perfect atmosphere. And then she brutally stopped, her heart skipping a beat, hearing a delicate sound in her ears, forgetting to breathe, forgetting to think. So she talked, quietly waiting for the person in front of her to approach.
"Do I know you?" She asked, feeling a strange feeling in her heart but not showing a single sign of it, like a ritual, like an old habit.
"I could ask you the same question." The person answered, his voice being more and more familiar as he got closed to her.
She knew these dark amber eyes, she knew these dark red hairs; she could almost guess the feeling of his skin next to her and sounds of his whispers next to her ears. All of these were memories; memories of an old time she never lived, an ancient time trying to come back, an endless feeling she never wanted to stop. She wanted to know why; she wanted to feel if all these new pictures in her mind were real or not. But she was sure of one thing: he was feeling the same way; his eyes never leaving hers like an unsaid discussion, words being useless compared to their new link.
Do I know you?
They both knew their answer as they got closer and closer, leaving no inches between their faces like a natural way to say "I missed you."
Drabble written for the february challenge writing ;) I hope you'll like it :D
The first sentence isn't mine, I found it on the Internet.