[♪] Haruka was grateful. She had no way of knowing this would occur with Aine tonight. If she had started heading back earlier or later than she did, she would have never spotted him. Were that to happened, she could only assume something bad would happen.
She shook her head, getting rid of the ‘what-if’ thoughts. The point was, she was there for the other. Like she had been promising before hand. Something was looking out for Aine and made sure that the composer was around to help him.
Sitting back, the young girl watched the other write something in the sand. After reading it, a small smile formed on her lips.
The question confused her a bit. It wasn’t a simple concern. Aine was asking something deep. However, Haruka didn’t know how to answer his exact question but she came up with something. “I wanted to help you. I care about you, Aine-san,” Was she saying it right? “I-I think you deserve another cahnce and I want t-to be the one to show you the way.”
Another chance? It was easy for her to say that, but Nanami didn’t know his terrible history.
Would she still think he deserved another chance if he told her everything?
The fact that he had lost his voice, the most cherished thing to a singer, was probably his punishment– for not being able to live up to expectations.
For running away.
And yet despite him already predicting he answer, he really wanted to know what she would say– what she would think after know the real him. Slowly, he scratched out a new message in the sand for her. His story.
「 A long time ago, I used to be an idol. Being an idol and making people happy was my dream. I worked really hard with my friends in school towards that dream and graduated.」
「 But soon after I graduated, too many people expected so much from me and there was so much work. I got scared because I couldn’t keep up. I didn’t want to fail anyone’s expectations. I felt alone, despite having my friends near me. I didn’t want to burden them. But then… when singing became painful to me… I couldn’t take it anymore. 」
[♪] Why was this happening? Haruka wasn’t sure what to do. She wanted to help, but how? In front of her was a person who needed help but he rejected it upon receiving it. If she forced him too much, he would push away more. If she stood aside, he would get hurt.
Her gaze never left his, even when he stood abruptly. Haruka was determined to help Aine get thru this.
Standing up too, she was getting ready to say something when she saw him throw the device. A choice was before her: check the message or follow him? Both were important but one was more immediate.
Leaving the phone, Haruka took a step forward. One step at a time, she reached out for him.
“Aine-san!” Her thin arms wrapped around the other from behind. With all her might, she held onto him tightly. “I-I don’t kn-know anything about what you’re going thru,” She didn’t know what she was saying anymore. Her mouth and brain just kept working on their own.
“I don’t know w-what happened to you. I don’t know why you are like this,” She was afraid. Haruka was afraid that if she let go, she would regret it. Therefore, her grip tightened. “A-All I know is that t-the past is in the past. L-Let me help you change your future.”
“G-Give me a chance to save you, Aine-san.”
The angry waves swelling in the ocean, roared out loudly as he ran. However, he stopped midway, as the rain began to pelt down on his cold, shivering body.
“I don’t want to be an idol.
I can’t sing anymore.”
Aine remembered saying those words over and over again. Even as his previous self descended into the ocean, the thought played over in his head, like a broken record.
And now, it was the bitter truth. A truth that pierced him in the heart and hurt him terribly. All that was left of him was only a broken man with shattered dreams.
He thought that the bright feeling he felt from the other “him” while he dreamt was true.
He wanted to believe his– and her – words that he could change. But he was weak, and he knew his heart couldn’t change.
So what was the reason for him to live again?
When would he stop suffering?
He heard his name being yelled out, and suddenly slender arms wrapped around him from the back tightly.
A small, gentle warmth, even it was just for a second, soothed the numbness and built up anxiety he was feeling for a little. But her words still fell on deaf ears.
Tears falling uncontrollably down his face, there was only one thought he listen to over and over again in his mind.
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» NAME: Aine Kisaragi » AGE: 26 » BIRTHDAY: February 28 » SPECIES: Human » GENDER: Male » SEX: Male » ORIENTATION: Panromantic » PROFESSION: Retired Idol / Lab assistant
>PHYSICAL ASPECTS » HAIR: Light Blue/Teal » EYES: Indigo » SKIN: Pale » HEIGHT: 178 cm (5′10″)
FAMILY » SIBLINGS: N/A unless Ai counts » PARENTS: Mother and Father (location unknown, probably deceased) » GRANDPARENTS: Unknown » OTHER RELATIVES: His uncle Hakase » ANY PETS?: None
» PHYSICAL PROWESS: Used to have standard idol training when he was a student but since coming out of his coma, Aine’s pretty weak. » ABILITIES: Being the moodmaker, writing songs and compositions, playing various instruments (his specialty is harp) and singing. » HOBBIES: Writing, fiddling with music at times
TRAITS
—— POSITIVE ——
Encouraging, inspiring, hard-working, passionate
——- NEGATIVE ——-
Suicidal, sensitive, emotionally fragile, coward
LIKES » COLOURS: White, light blue, indigo » SMELLS: Ocean, floral » FOOD: There was a time he relied on his best friend for food, but today he’s trying to be self-sufficient in cooking (albeit it fails and he ends up doing takeout) » DRINKS: Coffee, Tea, Water » ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES?: He’s not really allowed to go near alcohol for the sake of his health
OTHER DETAILS » SMOKES?: Won’t smoke. It’ll damage whatever chances his voice will come back. » DRUGS?: None, personally. But health wise, anti-depressant pills. » DRIVER LICENSE?: None. » EVER BEEN ARRESTED?: No
Even from another beach, the deep blue still extended across the horizon. The orange sun was dipping beyond the clouds into the sea to soon disappear into the night.
A beautiful scene, but as the wind blew through his hair, he could see it. The clouds, as beautiful as they were painting in shades of pink and orange, looked heavy and dim. He could hear it. The rumbling of thunder could be heard at a distant. He could feel it. The swelling humidity in the air. It was premonition of a storm that would happen.
When he thought about it, it rained that day also.
