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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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The reason I came here

Yuhi talks about the painting, and for the next few minutes, all she does is listen. Sumire did not want to disturb him. This was the first time for her, seeing Terashima Yuhi talk so much. He isn't very talkative; he prefers silent gestures and actions rather than words. But when it comes to painting, the color of his eyes change, and he speaks with such passion and enthusiasm.

Sumire likes this side of him. Yuhi must love painting a lot, maybe even more than singing. Now that she thought about it, ever since she came here, she did not see him go to work once. He always walks home with her too. They are only away from each other for at most a few minutes, the longest an hour.

She looked at him, worried. Is he skipping out on work because of her? Maybe she ought to start talking to other people in class. She does not want to trouble Yuhi too much. She could start with that Asami girl; she appeared friendly enough.

"By the way, Sumire, I wanted to ask you something."