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Eternal Melody

"Is there really such a thing as a happy ending?" - [Final Volume] A drop of ink can penetrate the walls, even the walls you took too long to build. After losing her first love due to a traffic accident, Ibuki Sumire transfers to Tokyo. She wanted to escape, to run away from everything that happened. To start over in a place that didn't have him. But a series of clues lead her to investigating the case behind the accident. In that place she learns about the masks people wear. The masks people wear to disgui se their feelings. Sometimes you have to look past what you see on the surface. There she meets him, the person who helps her move forward. But Sumire quickly learns how alike they are. His cold personality is different than the kindness she is used to. However, he is the only one who understands her feelings. It keeps going around in circles, like a drop of paint. Round and round - an endless stream of pain and lies. But, that stream ended the moment she laid her eyes on his paintings. Such rich and vibrant colors, it felt like his emotions exploded. Yet, in the corner of his studio, she found it. The real him, a sakura painting of two people walking hand in hand. A gentle and sweet feeling, something she has never felt before. _ Volume 1: Volume 3: A Single Colour [ Volume 4: A Single Colour II Volume 5: Clear Colour Road [ Volume 6: Eternal Melody [ ___ This book is part of a series 0• Seven Coloured Melody - Pending 1• Eternal Melody - Ongoing 2• Dream Star - COMPLETE Fantasia of the Stars - Rewrite Pending 3• Silver Wish - COMPLETE ___ Join me on discord: Invite Only (ask in comments section) [Commissioned Cover by: Zushidraws]

XOMatsumaeohana · Urban
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Futari No Monogram Part 3

Present day, Wednesday, February 9th, 5:30pm.

A certain teal-colored-haired boy opens his eyes, only to scan his surroundings to find that he is in his room. Yet the colour that filled the light that spread across his room was a deep orange. 

Ah, how unusual. He slept in quite a bit; from what he could tell from his alarm clock, it was already well into the afternoon. According to his schedule, he did have a day off today, so it's not as though he messed up.

His gaze lands on the blanket wrapped around him and notices the familiar lingering scent.

"How stupid," Jun mumbled.

It's obvious who wrapped it around him. He reaches over to touch the chair beside his bed, and warmth transmits to his skin.