KALEIDOSCOPE

A collection of 200-word drabbles about Tsukimori Len and Hino Kahoko.

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IX. CRIMSON, Part II

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I forced my iron-heavy eyelids to open my consciousness to the reality that was wrapped in white, crumpled sheets.

Without a second chance for doubt, I let myself drown in the priceless wave of relief that there was still this all too consuming warmth beside me.

My arms and hands, I enveloped her delicate figure with. Her voice, stifled and in slumber, whispered good morning, pleaded for five more minutes.

And we were no strangers to any of it.

I knew the kindness and gentleness of the world when she first stroked the strings of her violin, letting harmony erupt in the air.

I knew the sunlit hope of tomorrows when her bullion eyes first locked with mine and I never wanted to look away since then.

I knew the beauty of nature when her scent first wafted through my senses, and I was teased with no forgiveness.

I knew the depth of love when I first ran my fingers through her crimson tresses, and I had fallen beyond the extent of reason.

Without a second chance for second chances, I knew I would never trade this place for anything or anyone.

And here was now, and now was here.

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A/N: Ahh, this long-overdue update. I'm not sure why it took two years for me to upload the drabble, when it's just been gathering virtual dust here in my laptop. I guess I got caught up in life to the point of almost forgetting I had a little space here in FanFiction dot net. Oh well. I'm not sure how long before I post another fic; I haven't been keeping up with Corda or any other fandom at that. *jumps off a building* But we'll see...