A/N: Annnd Hiyori makes her debut in this chapter. Don't hate me for this… I'll write a happy one soon!
Disclaimer: Disclaimers suck. They're so repetitive. WHATEVER, I own my writing, the characters to their rightful owners (le siiiiiiiigh).
03. Hiyori, "Rose"
The air felt strange, she decided. She could smell the faint aroma of daffodils permeate the room. Her room was very minimal. It lacked something important, a uniqueness or personality. The room resembled a hospital room if anything, rather than a bedroom. It was very unlike her, well, the her that she used to be.
She thought back to her youth when she was so full of life and hope and dreams and love. She thought back to her fondest memory when she would accompany a god and his spirit boy on what seemed to be the most outrageous adventures. She can remember running after the two of them for hours on end. The three of them would go everywhere, the sky was the limit. They would run to the outskirts of the city like it was nothing. But that was a long time ago. She hadn't felt that way in a long time. Now, she can barely make it to the outskirts of her bedroom. She was bedridden and confined in a cage.
It was so long ago.
She can remember feeling alive. Even during near death situations, she felt like she was invincible. She had a god and one of the most powerful weapons by her side after all. There was no way that anything could have happened to her. But age eventually caught up with her and time didn't stop for anyone, herself included.
It was happiest time of her life. Is it even possible for someone to be that happy? But it was so preposterous, it had to be a dream.
No. It wasn't a dream. It was real. It had to be real.
The smell of the room suddenly changed. She looked over at a vase set on top of a small bookshelf. A blue rose that wasn't there earlier accompanied the white daffodils. The pale blue color stood out from the rest of the bouquet. The color was so unusual, so light, so unique, so familiar...
I remember his eyes.
The color looked so similar to his eyes. She knew that her memories were real because he was real. She felt a familiar presence, a blue eyed god and his golden spirit boy. She felt their hands hold onto hers. Now she could close her eyes. Now she can finally sleep.
The air felt familiar, she decided in the end.
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04. Nora, "Planetary" (T)