RedandYellowScissors

"When are you going to tell him," asks your best friend. "I-I don't know, Shouka..." "Well," your silver haired friend stuffs some tamagoyaki into her mouth, looking up into the sky as she thinks. You sigh, cursing your best friend's ability to eat whilst you were in the midst of a dilemma. "You've gotta tell him someday," she mused. "No shit, Shouka," you mumbled as you took a bite of your own lunch. "But it's the truth." "There's no way I'm gonna tell him," you assert, eyes narrowing and head shaking. "He can't find out." Shouka takes a sip of iced coffee and looks up once more, "he has a right to know." "What he doesn't know won't

You're walking through the streets of Tokyo, hands aching for the familiar warmth of the silver haired boy you loved so much. It's been days since Anteiku had been shut down and devoid of your love and your usual spot you have trouble looking for a new place to unwind. Home wasn't an option. Your dingy little apartment wasn't an option for you to stay at. It was somewhere you slept, changed clothes, showered, and studied at. Your mind flits over to your apartment, 1 bedroom, 1 bathroom, with a wan light illuminating everything, a little coffee table in the middle of the room, a small kitchen, a medium sized bookshelf, and your loving boyfrie

-before- DeArEsT (NaMe), FrOm YoUr (HaIr CoLoR) lOcKs To YoUr StUnNiNg EyEs. I lOvE eVeRyThInG aBoUt YoU, sO wOn'T yOu Be MiNe? -YoUr SeCrEt AdMiReR Beside the note was a red rose. Usually, love letters would give any girl a giddy feeling but that wasn't the case for this love letter. It wasn't handwritten, it was formed with cut out letters that probably came from various magazines and books, like the threatening letters you could see in horror movies. Not at all like a love letter. You could feel shivers running up your spine as you read it. Who could possibly send me something like this? "Good morning, (Name)." You tensed at the sig