Writer for free projects (preferably romance)
Posted: Sat Jan 17, 2015 3:16 am
Hi! I'm a writer opened for free projects. I prefer doing works such as otomes or romance ones, because I have more experience in those kind of Visual Novels. But, if your general outline interests me, I might still be persuaded! My experience includes project head and writer of 2 WIPs including "Alice no Sekai ni Koi" - a Gakuen Alice fangame and "Once Upon a Fairy Tail" - a Fairy Tail fangame. Although I am working on two of these games, my time is still flexible due to me being more of a project head. I want to improve my writing and gain more VN experience.
Here are some of my writing:
1) prologue to a story I'm writing
Looking at the rumbling sky, a brown-haired figure cooped her hands above her head and ran to the hospital across the street in a rush. After entering the white, safe shelter of the building, she ran towards the staff room to change into her regular nurse uniform. Katrina Beckett was a trainee in the Brookwood Medical Center - one of the best hospitals in Alabama. It was a daily routine, really. Lectures in university and helping with some odd jobs here and there at campus until around noon then heading to Brookwood for her job as a nurse-in-training. After 6, she heads back home and crams for whatever will be heading her way the next day.
With her white nurse-in-training uniform on, Katrina heads to the staff assignment table. "Ms. Beckett. Here. Room 144. A dismissed soldier who got shot in his arm. Also suffers PTSD." The head nurse hands in his data. A quick scan. Name? Michael Lars. Age? 27. Complications? Gunshot on arm and quite a bad case of Posttraumatic Stress Disorder. PTSD was very common in soldiers, so it wasn't a shock to Katrina. What shocked her was his age - not many soldiers suffers PTSD as such a young age.
Heading to Room 144, Katrina readies herself. Its her first time handling someone suffering with a mental disorder. Her job was simple - talking to them and cheking their status.
She knocks. Nothing. So, she enters.
The first time her point of view landed on the soldier's eyes, she was pulled in. It was gray - it was distanced and sorrowful. It was the first time she've seen eyes that reflects on something so deeply. As if being lost in another world, the man kept giving off a blank look as he stares off into his own realm.
Katrina cleared her throat, "Mr. Lars?" At that moment, he blinks. And he snapped out of the trance he was previously in. He simply looked at her. His eyes piercing deep into her very own heart, as if looking into the very depths of her.
Suddenly, his pupils struck widely in horror. He clenched his hands tightly, sweat dripping off his forehead. The girl realized that his pulse was quickening in a very intense speed. She called his name over and over again. But the man could not hear a thing. Only the sounds of gunshots filled his ears and a blur of colour swirling before him. Screaming. Then... One last breath. Tears fall down his face. It was a flashback, but he does not know that - it all seems so real.
The 20 year-old trainee nurse was panicking. What should she do? Following her instincts, she wrapped her hands around the torso of the man before her, whispering calming words. A few seconds pass. The beeping of the heartrate monitor slows down, coming back to a normal pace. Right before he falls asleep with tears stained all over his face, she hears a name slip out of his very lips. Mary.
2) a story I wrote
Part 1
That minute, I realize that being in the wrong place in a wrong time is a very horrible thing – it’s so terrifying to the point where you can lose the things you’ve always hold on to.
Blurs from the silhouettes of people running. Shrieks. Screams. Explosions. Wait, am I falling? “Yes you are,” a gentle voice fill my head. I see red.
I blink, adjusting to the sights around me. It’s still so dark. I blinked again. Still, it’s very dark. I rub my eyes. Where am I? I looked around me… A gray sky? Looking down, I find that my once navy blue pair of jeans has turned black. My yellow-colored shirt has changed to a shade of white. How? Taking a good scan at the place I’m in, I realized that everything is either black, white, or gray. I felt something rush inside of me. It was getting faster and faster. Adrenaline pumped in my blood. My fist clenched. My eyes widened. My heart felt like it would leap out of my chest any second now. I knew what it was, I knew exactly what it was. Fear. Trying to assess the situation, I take not that it’s very dull and cold in here. I could literally feel the cool air seeping inside the pores of my very pale white-colored skin. I laid down and closed my eyes, hoping it was a nightmare… It wasn’t. I took a deep breath and exhaled. The world was still and silent. I had a world of my own. Only the sound of my breathing filled the foggy air. It was haunting. Yet, it was also beautiful… Until, footsteps came, ruining the solitary that I was previously in. It was approaching – closer and closer. The “tap-tap-tap” was getting louder and quicker. I felt that same jolt of adrenaline came inside of me. I sat up abruptly.
A youthful voice spoke, “Who are you?” I turn around to find a young boy with a very stoic expression upon his innocent face. I opened my mouth to respond, but all that came out was a croak. “Who are you?” I pointed to my throat in response to his very demanding tone. His eyes then squint at me in a very menacing way. “Come with me,” was all he stated as he walked away.
I struggled to stand up as a thousand thoughts ran inside of me. Am I dead? Where am I? Why doesn’t it hurt? Who is he? I was still lost in my own thoughts when I felt a hard tug. Looking down, I found the boy. “Write,” he says. What? Write what? I froze for some time, trying to analyze what he was saying. “Write!” he shouted, sounded angrier by the moment. I backed away upon seeing his hatred-filled eyes, Something smacked me in the head – a pen. I backed again until I felt the wall. “Your name.” he commanded. That was weird… Pens don’t just fly like that. I picked the pen up with a very fast thump in my chest. I head to the paper which was in the table. I wrote: Nadia Jane.
Part 2
A moment of silence passed as the boy simply stared at the paper with my name handwritten in its surface. “You-” he declared before being cut off by a sound like thunder. It approached and got louder. My fist clenched. My heart pounds. His eyes widened in horror as he took my hand and sprinted to a huge doorway. It opened for him in an instance. I felt a push and I was eloped in the darkness of the room.
I slouched and sighed. What’s with all this? Who was he? My trains of thoughts were cut off by a loud rumble – the same growl I’ve heard before. What’s with all these noises anyway? Due to my curious nature, I headed towards the dimly-lighted door. I pushed – hard. Nothing happened. I’m trapped.
Knock. Knock. “Huh?” My voice is back? It must have been hours since I was locked in here. Knock. Is that a knock? “Yeah?” I muttered. “Get out. It’s gone now.” I picked myself out and head out. “What was it?” “No more questions. Sleep.” He said pointing to the room I was locked in previously. “But, it was very dark, and no bed!” “Sleep!” he commanded in a more demanding tone. I approached the room, expecting to see a dark empty room. But, right there, a small, dim light was hung above a bed. I looked back to ask about it, but the boy was no longer there.
Part 3
The bed I’m in is a very comfortable thing to sleep in. My eyelids felt heavy and I was drowsy. I close my eyes and everything went silent, dark, and it stayed that way for a few seconds.
Then, I saw light. I see a boy in the distance. He walked to me, “Hey.” I took a better look at him. He was probably a boy around my age. He had a strong stature, but lean figure. He was smiling. But what captivated me the most were his exotic eyes – with blue orbs, as dark as the ocean, added with a hint of emptiness – but still, they were simply beautiful. I shook out of my thoughts, smiled, and replied, “Hey!” “So… How did you get here?” A chuckle erupted from my lips, “I closed my eyes and fell asleep.” “Are you from the other world?” “Other… world?” I heard my voice vibrate as I spoke. “Yeah! The world where people like us are awake!” Excitement was heard in his voice. Did he mean the world I fell asleep in? Or my home – earth?” “I’m not sure myself… I guess so.” “Oh… Too bad… I’ve always wanted to return to that world. It’s such an amazing place, filled with people. Not like here, where I’m forever trapped – alone…”
Silence filled the emptiness we were in. I started, “I also want to get out. I’m very scared... Especially of the growls. But, there’s not a single way out. So, I guess I’ll have to just get used to the place. I met this boy... Why is he so mean?” My conversation partner gave out a small, sad smile. I swore I saw a hint of hurt in his eyes. “You never know… Anyways, I’m just really glad you’re in here.” He took my hand into his. We talked for what feels like forever. I learned about him. About his loneliness. And his fears. His pain. Suddenly, while he was talking about how he is very confused to why he is stuck, he got cut off. Everything went dark. Then, it slowly turns to white.
Part 4
I was having breakfast with the boy I met the day before. Out of nowhere, he murmured, “Rick. Rick Nicholson.” I just looked at him and nodded. I guess that was his name. I spent my next few days playing with Rick. I learned to slowly love him like the little brother I never had. Also, I found out about his ability to control things in this world. It was very mystical…I learned that he has no one – no family. Nothing. And, every night, I dreamt of him – the lonely boy with exotic blue eyes. Sheesh. Is that all I remember about him? No… I remember our talks. I remember him telling me how it feels like to be alone… I also remember how he refused to tell me his name.
It was one afternoon when that same growl from the first day I came, invaded the house. I was hid in the basement. I was so terrified. I do not want to die. I was getting accustomed to this place. I was starting to get used to the dark and gray colors of it…
That night, when I fell asleep, the boy in my dreams told me to face my fears. He said, “Don’t be stuck in the darkness. Find light. Go home, and be where you belong.” I first, didn’t understand what he was saying. But, when I woke up, I did. I knew what he meant. He wants me to try and go back to my home – the place where the gunshot happened. The place where I supposedly “died”.
Part 5
Days passed on quickly. I spent my days being with Rick. In my heart, I knew sooner or later, I would have to say goodbye to him. So, that day, I talked to him. I asked, “Rick, is it okay if I left?” He cried and then slapped me, then left. I cried too.
That was when the growling was heard. I was about to run, when I heard a soft voice so familiar in my ears calling out, “Nadia. Nadia… Wake up, please. Nadia…” I looked back to find a huge tornado coming my way. I shrieked. I kneeled. “Somebody help me. I’m scared.” In that moment, I remembered his words. I prayed. “It’s dark. Very dark. I’m scared. Why is it so cold? Why am I alone?” Tears dripped down my face. “Save me.” I felt a push and I swore I heard his voice whispering a wind-like “Go.”
I took a step and entered the whirling hurricane, still with tears pouring out of my eyes, with last thoughts of Rick.
Part 6
“Honey… Honey, are you okay?” I blinked, looking around me. A hospital room! I’m back! “Mom?” “Yes, dear?” she said, tears streaming down her face. “There’s something I must do.” “But, wait… You’re still sick!” she said, as I walked to the exit of the room. ‘I’m fine. Someone else needs me more than anything, right now.” I went down to the information center and asked whether a Rick Nicholson is placed in this hospital or not. Turns out he is. I visited his room. I recall the nurse telling me that for a long time, no one has ever visited him. I knew exactly why. I opened the door with the image of little Rick in my head.
But, I was shocked to find him. The boy in my dreams. I gasped. My mind was mixed up. A lot of questions filled my head. Lots, still unanswered. I came closer, and whispered, “Rick. Rick. Wake up.” His eyelids opened showing a pair of familiar blue. “Nadia?”
I smiled, and took his hand into mine. “Mmhmm?” “Thanks.” My heart sped up a little but I ignored the butterflies dancing in my stomach. I was too busy understanding things. I now understood why I got shot, why I met him, and why things were the way they are. Sure, a lot of questions are left unanswered. It will be, eventually. But, for now, I want to enjoy the moment.
3) a fanfiction I wrote for Gakuen Alice (a manga series)
Sumire Shouda just knew something was going to go wrong today. After all, a day spent with Koko always went wrong. With his insensitive jokes and his over-the-top pranks, the girl wondered why she even agreed to date Koko. The girl twirled her green, curly hair as she let out a sigh – just thinking about him made her feel all pissed. She looked around to find a grandfather clock showing the time. It was precisely 11.30 AM. Koko was very late. Sumire knew that her boyfriend always had a thing for being late – but not this late. They promised to meet up in the café at 10 o’ clock. She rubbed her hands together, feeling a cold wind flying in through the window. Her once filled glass of coffee is now left empty in the table before her. All she could hear was the chatter of people around her and the clock ticking. A ring through the door – she immediately turned her head, hoping it was Koko… It wasn’t. Disappointment and rage both welled up inside of her. That was it. She stood up, took her coat and gloves, and headed out. In the counter, she left a simple wrapped box decorated with a red and green ribbon. Attached to it a label – Koko.
At the moment she opened the door, she bumped into a familiar figure. “Mikan?” The girl she called looked at her and gave a huge smile, “Permy! I was looking for you!” Sumire huffed – she never liked being called Permy, but she decided to ignore it this time. “Why were you looking for me?” The hazel-eyed girl took a card out from her bag and gave it to Sumire with a sad look in her face. “Koko passed this to me. He said that something came up and he can’t come. He’ll make up for it next time.”
Shock. Rage. Sadness. Disappointment.
“Is he serious?!” Dark green eyes opened wide with anger. The girl opposing her could only look down with guilt. Sumire knew that she shouldn’t blame it on Mikan, so she just took a look at her, and left quietly – tears of frustration flowing down her face. She looked down to see the card Koko passed on to her. The cover says, “4 out of 5 people spend Christmas day with their loved ones <3” She opened the card to find Koko’s messy handwriting spelling out, “Merry Christmas, five!” Sumire could only stand there. She couldn’t believe it. He finds the idea funny. Sumire took a look at her surroundings - no one she knew was around. She then sat on a bench by the sidewalk and broke down. The girl always had a strong will. She barely cried. But… This time… It was the last straw. All her pent up anger, disappointment, and frustration, slipped out of her as she clenched her teeth together trying not to cry. She knew calling Koko and getting mad at her would be useless… How many times has he brushed her off with a sorry, then an inconsiderate joke?
In the blur of her tears and her face being covered with her own messed up hair, she suddenly felt herself being lifted up and looking straight into a very familiar pair of brown eyes she has learned to love.
Surprise. Joy. Anger. Happiness?
Sumire was mad. How dare Koko do that to her? Curses filled the air as she simply glared at her boyfriend. “I’m sorry… I just wanted to shock you, Perms~”
Sumire was about to retort when… “Could you go down now? I think you got heavier…” Result? Giggles followed by screams of anger.
I hope to hear more from you guys soon! Just send me a PM or comment down below.
Please note that my writing still needs improvement, so no negative comments please~
Here are some of my writing:
1) prologue to a story I'm writing
Looking at the rumbling sky, a brown-haired figure cooped her hands above her head and ran to the hospital across the street in a rush. After entering the white, safe shelter of the building, she ran towards the staff room to change into her regular nurse uniform. Katrina Beckett was a trainee in the Brookwood Medical Center - one of the best hospitals in Alabama. It was a daily routine, really. Lectures in university and helping with some odd jobs here and there at campus until around noon then heading to Brookwood for her job as a nurse-in-training. After 6, she heads back home and crams for whatever will be heading her way the next day.
With her white nurse-in-training uniform on, Katrina heads to the staff assignment table. "Ms. Beckett. Here. Room 144. A dismissed soldier who got shot in his arm. Also suffers PTSD." The head nurse hands in his data. A quick scan. Name? Michael Lars. Age? 27. Complications? Gunshot on arm and quite a bad case of Posttraumatic Stress Disorder. PTSD was very common in soldiers, so it wasn't a shock to Katrina. What shocked her was his age - not many soldiers suffers PTSD as such a young age.
Heading to Room 144, Katrina readies herself. Its her first time handling someone suffering with a mental disorder. Her job was simple - talking to them and cheking their status.
She knocks. Nothing. So, she enters.
The first time her point of view landed on the soldier's eyes, she was pulled in. It was gray - it was distanced and sorrowful. It was the first time she've seen eyes that reflects on something so deeply. As if being lost in another world, the man kept giving off a blank look as he stares off into his own realm.
Katrina cleared her throat, "Mr. Lars?" At that moment, he blinks. And he snapped out of the trance he was previously in. He simply looked at her. His eyes piercing deep into her very own heart, as if looking into the very depths of her.
Suddenly, his pupils struck widely in horror. He clenched his hands tightly, sweat dripping off his forehead. The girl realized that his pulse was quickening in a very intense speed. She called his name over and over again. But the man could not hear a thing. Only the sounds of gunshots filled his ears and a blur of colour swirling before him. Screaming. Then... One last breath. Tears fall down his face. It was a flashback, but he does not know that - it all seems so real.
The 20 year-old trainee nurse was panicking. What should she do? Following her instincts, she wrapped her hands around the torso of the man before her, whispering calming words. A few seconds pass. The beeping of the heartrate monitor slows down, coming back to a normal pace. Right before he falls asleep with tears stained all over his face, she hears a name slip out of his very lips. Mary.
2) a story I wrote
Part 1
That minute, I realize that being in the wrong place in a wrong time is a very horrible thing – it’s so terrifying to the point where you can lose the things you’ve always hold on to.
Blurs from the silhouettes of people running. Shrieks. Screams. Explosions. Wait, am I falling? “Yes you are,” a gentle voice fill my head. I see red.
I blink, adjusting to the sights around me. It’s still so dark. I blinked again. Still, it’s very dark. I rub my eyes. Where am I? I looked around me… A gray sky? Looking down, I find that my once navy blue pair of jeans has turned black. My yellow-colored shirt has changed to a shade of white. How? Taking a good scan at the place I’m in, I realized that everything is either black, white, or gray. I felt something rush inside of me. It was getting faster and faster. Adrenaline pumped in my blood. My fist clenched. My eyes widened. My heart felt like it would leap out of my chest any second now. I knew what it was, I knew exactly what it was. Fear. Trying to assess the situation, I take not that it’s very dull and cold in here. I could literally feel the cool air seeping inside the pores of my very pale white-colored skin. I laid down and closed my eyes, hoping it was a nightmare… It wasn’t. I took a deep breath and exhaled. The world was still and silent. I had a world of my own. Only the sound of my breathing filled the foggy air. It was haunting. Yet, it was also beautiful… Until, footsteps came, ruining the solitary that I was previously in. It was approaching – closer and closer. The “tap-tap-tap” was getting louder and quicker. I felt that same jolt of adrenaline came inside of me. I sat up abruptly.
A youthful voice spoke, “Who are you?” I turn around to find a young boy with a very stoic expression upon his innocent face. I opened my mouth to respond, but all that came out was a croak. “Who are you?” I pointed to my throat in response to his very demanding tone. His eyes then squint at me in a very menacing way. “Come with me,” was all he stated as he walked away.
I struggled to stand up as a thousand thoughts ran inside of me. Am I dead? Where am I? Why doesn’t it hurt? Who is he? I was still lost in my own thoughts when I felt a hard tug. Looking down, I found the boy. “Write,” he says. What? Write what? I froze for some time, trying to analyze what he was saying. “Write!” he shouted, sounded angrier by the moment. I backed away upon seeing his hatred-filled eyes, Something smacked me in the head – a pen. I backed again until I felt the wall. “Your name.” he commanded. That was weird… Pens don’t just fly like that. I picked the pen up with a very fast thump in my chest. I head to the paper which was in the table. I wrote: Nadia Jane.
Part 2
A moment of silence passed as the boy simply stared at the paper with my name handwritten in its surface. “You-” he declared before being cut off by a sound like thunder. It approached and got louder. My fist clenched. My heart pounds. His eyes widened in horror as he took my hand and sprinted to a huge doorway. It opened for him in an instance. I felt a push and I was eloped in the darkness of the room.
I slouched and sighed. What’s with all this? Who was he? My trains of thoughts were cut off by a loud rumble – the same growl I’ve heard before. What’s with all these noises anyway? Due to my curious nature, I headed towards the dimly-lighted door. I pushed – hard. Nothing happened. I’m trapped.
Knock. Knock. “Huh?” My voice is back? It must have been hours since I was locked in here. Knock. Is that a knock? “Yeah?” I muttered. “Get out. It’s gone now.” I picked myself out and head out. “What was it?” “No more questions. Sleep.” He said pointing to the room I was locked in previously. “But, it was very dark, and no bed!” “Sleep!” he commanded in a more demanding tone. I approached the room, expecting to see a dark empty room. But, right there, a small, dim light was hung above a bed. I looked back to ask about it, but the boy was no longer there.
Part 3
The bed I’m in is a very comfortable thing to sleep in. My eyelids felt heavy and I was drowsy. I close my eyes and everything went silent, dark, and it stayed that way for a few seconds.
Then, I saw light. I see a boy in the distance. He walked to me, “Hey.” I took a better look at him. He was probably a boy around my age. He had a strong stature, but lean figure. He was smiling. But what captivated me the most were his exotic eyes – with blue orbs, as dark as the ocean, added with a hint of emptiness – but still, they were simply beautiful. I shook out of my thoughts, smiled, and replied, “Hey!” “So… How did you get here?” A chuckle erupted from my lips, “I closed my eyes and fell asleep.” “Are you from the other world?” “Other… world?” I heard my voice vibrate as I spoke. “Yeah! The world where people like us are awake!” Excitement was heard in his voice. Did he mean the world I fell asleep in? Or my home – earth?” “I’m not sure myself… I guess so.” “Oh… Too bad… I’ve always wanted to return to that world. It’s such an amazing place, filled with people. Not like here, where I’m forever trapped – alone…”
Silence filled the emptiness we were in. I started, “I also want to get out. I’m very scared... Especially of the growls. But, there’s not a single way out. So, I guess I’ll have to just get used to the place. I met this boy... Why is he so mean?” My conversation partner gave out a small, sad smile. I swore I saw a hint of hurt in his eyes. “You never know… Anyways, I’m just really glad you’re in here.” He took my hand into his. We talked for what feels like forever. I learned about him. About his loneliness. And his fears. His pain. Suddenly, while he was talking about how he is very confused to why he is stuck, he got cut off. Everything went dark. Then, it slowly turns to white.
Part 4
I was having breakfast with the boy I met the day before. Out of nowhere, he murmured, “Rick. Rick Nicholson.” I just looked at him and nodded. I guess that was his name. I spent my next few days playing with Rick. I learned to slowly love him like the little brother I never had. Also, I found out about his ability to control things in this world. It was very mystical…I learned that he has no one – no family. Nothing. And, every night, I dreamt of him – the lonely boy with exotic blue eyes. Sheesh. Is that all I remember about him? No… I remember our talks. I remember him telling me how it feels like to be alone… I also remember how he refused to tell me his name.
It was one afternoon when that same growl from the first day I came, invaded the house. I was hid in the basement. I was so terrified. I do not want to die. I was getting accustomed to this place. I was starting to get used to the dark and gray colors of it…
That night, when I fell asleep, the boy in my dreams told me to face my fears. He said, “Don’t be stuck in the darkness. Find light. Go home, and be where you belong.” I first, didn’t understand what he was saying. But, when I woke up, I did. I knew what he meant. He wants me to try and go back to my home – the place where the gunshot happened. The place where I supposedly “died”.
Part 5
Days passed on quickly. I spent my days being with Rick. In my heart, I knew sooner or later, I would have to say goodbye to him. So, that day, I talked to him. I asked, “Rick, is it okay if I left?” He cried and then slapped me, then left. I cried too.
That was when the growling was heard. I was about to run, when I heard a soft voice so familiar in my ears calling out, “Nadia. Nadia… Wake up, please. Nadia…” I looked back to find a huge tornado coming my way. I shrieked. I kneeled. “Somebody help me. I’m scared.” In that moment, I remembered his words. I prayed. “It’s dark. Very dark. I’m scared. Why is it so cold? Why am I alone?” Tears dripped down my face. “Save me.” I felt a push and I swore I heard his voice whispering a wind-like “Go.”
I took a step and entered the whirling hurricane, still with tears pouring out of my eyes, with last thoughts of Rick.
Part 6
“Honey… Honey, are you okay?” I blinked, looking around me. A hospital room! I’m back! “Mom?” “Yes, dear?” she said, tears streaming down her face. “There’s something I must do.” “But, wait… You’re still sick!” she said, as I walked to the exit of the room. ‘I’m fine. Someone else needs me more than anything, right now.” I went down to the information center and asked whether a Rick Nicholson is placed in this hospital or not. Turns out he is. I visited his room. I recall the nurse telling me that for a long time, no one has ever visited him. I knew exactly why. I opened the door with the image of little Rick in my head.
But, I was shocked to find him. The boy in my dreams. I gasped. My mind was mixed up. A lot of questions filled my head. Lots, still unanswered. I came closer, and whispered, “Rick. Rick. Wake up.” His eyelids opened showing a pair of familiar blue. “Nadia?”
I smiled, and took his hand into mine. “Mmhmm?” “Thanks.” My heart sped up a little but I ignored the butterflies dancing in my stomach. I was too busy understanding things. I now understood why I got shot, why I met him, and why things were the way they are. Sure, a lot of questions are left unanswered. It will be, eventually. But, for now, I want to enjoy the moment.
3) a fanfiction I wrote for Gakuen Alice (a manga series)
Sumire Shouda just knew something was going to go wrong today. After all, a day spent with Koko always went wrong. With his insensitive jokes and his over-the-top pranks, the girl wondered why she even agreed to date Koko. The girl twirled her green, curly hair as she let out a sigh – just thinking about him made her feel all pissed. She looked around to find a grandfather clock showing the time. It was precisely 11.30 AM. Koko was very late. Sumire knew that her boyfriend always had a thing for being late – but not this late. They promised to meet up in the café at 10 o’ clock. She rubbed her hands together, feeling a cold wind flying in through the window. Her once filled glass of coffee is now left empty in the table before her. All she could hear was the chatter of people around her and the clock ticking. A ring through the door – she immediately turned her head, hoping it was Koko… It wasn’t. Disappointment and rage both welled up inside of her. That was it. She stood up, took her coat and gloves, and headed out. In the counter, she left a simple wrapped box decorated with a red and green ribbon. Attached to it a label – Koko.
At the moment she opened the door, she bumped into a familiar figure. “Mikan?” The girl she called looked at her and gave a huge smile, “Permy! I was looking for you!” Sumire huffed – she never liked being called Permy, but she decided to ignore it this time. “Why were you looking for me?” The hazel-eyed girl took a card out from her bag and gave it to Sumire with a sad look in her face. “Koko passed this to me. He said that something came up and he can’t come. He’ll make up for it next time.”
Shock. Rage. Sadness. Disappointment.
“Is he serious?!” Dark green eyes opened wide with anger. The girl opposing her could only look down with guilt. Sumire knew that she shouldn’t blame it on Mikan, so she just took a look at her, and left quietly – tears of frustration flowing down her face. She looked down to see the card Koko passed on to her. The cover says, “4 out of 5 people spend Christmas day with their loved ones <3” She opened the card to find Koko’s messy handwriting spelling out, “Merry Christmas, five!” Sumire could only stand there. She couldn’t believe it. He finds the idea funny. Sumire took a look at her surroundings - no one she knew was around. She then sat on a bench by the sidewalk and broke down. The girl always had a strong will. She barely cried. But… This time… It was the last straw. All her pent up anger, disappointment, and frustration, slipped out of her as she clenched her teeth together trying not to cry. She knew calling Koko and getting mad at her would be useless… How many times has he brushed her off with a sorry, then an inconsiderate joke?
In the blur of her tears and her face being covered with her own messed up hair, she suddenly felt herself being lifted up and looking straight into a very familiar pair of brown eyes she has learned to love.
Surprise. Joy. Anger. Happiness?
Sumire was mad. How dare Koko do that to her? Curses filled the air as she simply glared at her boyfriend. “I’m sorry… I just wanted to shock you, Perms~”
Sumire was about to retort when… “Could you go down now? I think you got heavier…” Result? Giggles followed by screams of anger.
I hope to hear more from you guys soon! Just send me a PM or comment down below.
Please note that my writing still needs improvement, so no negative comments please~