#beyondisms

A lullaby for you - Jyongri

“Sometimes it’s easy to forget the times we weep. The moment makes us weak.”

her eye twitches, it's not that the headphones don't help. they do, they certainly do, and so do the sunglasses, and so do the ear plugs that she's got stuffed so deep into her ear canals, yet, she can see hear them. they are big, overcrowd on her head as her bangs stick down to forehead.

the bright flashing lights as they sail across the sky, and her eyes follow them, into the loud boom that makes her eye twitch again. it's no different that if a normal person wears nothing at all to someone like her, so she turns, " <<seriously?>> "

she pauses, eyes downcast towards the shadows that move along the alleyways. " <<i don't like them.>> " about the fireworks above, that streak through the sky and entertain the masses in the park several blocks down, she would know, she can still hear bits and pieces of their amusement.

" <<why are we here, what could we possibly be looking for in all this bullshit.>> "

   They’re about halfway to the train when Mirai starts playing with her glasses -- taking them off, rubbing them on her shirt, placing them back on her nose... taking them off, rubbing them with a cloth, back on the face... taking them off--... 

   It’s no surprise she’s nervous! It’s their first Valentine’s Day officially together. She’d wanted to give Akihito something homemade, and had thus set to the impossible task of trying to bake. ( She’d never cooked anything for him, after all -- not really. Once in a dream, but... ) Sakura had woken up from the crashing of pans and cross mumbling and found Mirai two trays of burnt cookies and exploded chocolate deep. 

   “How unpleasant,” Sakura’d said, and there was almost something like the hint of a smile on her face at Mirai’s offense. 

   Now it was morning, and the three of them -- Sakura, Mirai, and Akihito -- are on the way to the platform. Sakura was half-asleep beside them -- Mirai, though, was wide awake, energized solely with anxiety! The fifth time she takes off her glasses, Sakura gives her a shove so hard she stumbles right into Akihito. 

   Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. 

   “U... um... senpai...” 

   She shifts, pulls a box tied with pink ribbon, faux-strawberry scented, from her school bag, almost drops it! “AH-- uh-- um...”