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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]

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Futari No Monogram Part 7

Thursday, February 10th, Iro Road High School, 1;30pm

 

For Kira Jun, it is difficult to simply describe Ibuki Sumire's existence in his life with mere words. He knew the others in his team would think so too.

 

She is their requiem. She saved them all; she connected all their threads together. But for him, the most important thing is that she gave him his dream. She gave him something worth fighting for, something worth living. If he did not give her this dream, then he would not have connected with the others. He would not have met them.

 

One of the first set of memories he recalled was meeting a young girl around a year older than him. When he asked her what she was doing, a girl he found singing in the park talked loudly. She looked at him with wide eyes, surprised, ' You don't know what singing is? Or rather this it's music, you don't know?'