note. five © shiori furukawa.


— hello, heartbeat
by breakable bird

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She is—

truly like a princess.

He didn't believe it because how could she be true? How could she be real? But her heart is soft, and her hands are gentle, and she is drawn with a god's patience. A little bit slow, like a quiet cloud in the endless sky, like the sweetest candy melting on your tongue, and he knows

(you are you are you are the one)

—the sun would be darker than the night if she ever leaves. He is waiting, and searching, and he stares at her footsteps because it's his way of always looking, always taking care,

(so careless, the little girl, so adorable, so lovely, so charming, so trusting, so—)

I see you. And she does—she can see his soul, and Hina doesn't lie, and Toshi loves her and it's sickening and it's crazy and his heart finds the curve of her white-snow cheek fascinating, he wants to eat her whole and hold her in his arms, never walk away it's always so dark. She—I see you, Toshi—Hina sees, soul flesh bone—

pretty bird, shall we fly through the only door? Asou Hina, freedom—

(peace)

i think i love you. (Hello, dear. Will you breath me in?)

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the end.