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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 · Urbano
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1464 Chs

What I have always wanted

SUMIRE

Perhaps it was because of her former status as a goddess of life, and later on a goddess of death. But, she felt life and death more closely. In the past year, she has started to regain some powers she had in her other lives. The power of dreams. 'I have always had odd dreams, but I never understood the reason why.' Her dreams in the past are nothing in comparison to the ones she has been getting. Dreams, no nightmares of her loved ones who she lost.

Nightmares of the children that were killed. At first she didn't remember how they died. But she does now, she remembers going to the garden to call them all for a meal, only to see the sight covered in blood. She remembers her screams, and Lennon frantically rushing over to stop her from going to them. Her children, her children murdered in cold blood.

Murdered by the man who used to be her everything.