Title: Sewn Clouds
Published: March 5, 2013
Author: Ribbon
Target: Yukimura Seiichi
Default Name: Honjou Chiharu
Author's Note: I'm really confused as to why I don't keep updating this story. I mean, it's finished, and I swear to God I'm not dead. So sorry about the lull in updates guys!
This show doesn't belong to us,
but we're taking it anyway,
because this is our dream,
and dreams last once.
So thank you, folks.
Thank you and goodnight.
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She looks at the photo of her and Seiichi: smiling, side by side, her arm around his shoulder and him smiling. The frame is covered in dust, having been tucked behind the mirror for the past many years. She isn't sure why it's there of all places. Maybe her growing assets took priority over her forgotten memories.
She blinks. If Seiichi doesn't want to remember, then why do I have to...?
She brushes the dust from the frame and slips it in her messenger bag, along with the mix tapes they made and the recordings of their younger selves.
There are other things she finds hidden in the room. Under her bed is a chest that she forgot about, filled with many miscellaneous objects. There is an eraser that Seiichi gave her in elementary school when she forgot hers. His name was written all over it, so she never used it. After these many years, it retains a trace of its sweet scent.
There are letters from Seiichimostly ones in French that she often had to ask her teacher how to translate. Even in Japanese they made little sense to her. Even in Seiichi's fading writing, they make little sense to her.
It is hard to believe how many years she has had these under her wing for. So many memories, all of which had successfully eluded her until now. She feels disappointed in herself for forgetting about these, even though she knows that it's human to forget. But all of this seems too important. How did she forget?
A blink.
How did he?
Princo & Ribbon
April 14, 2014.