Present Day
An apartment, much resembling a house to the tiny girl that shared it with the one that carried her soul, was the shelter to many an emotion. Many an event. It cased inside of its four walls countless moments that the small one cherished with another. Not just any other, however.
Her only other.
Seated on the floor, that which framed the living compartment in a twist of blue and pink blankets, was a kotatsu. It was a low, wooden table, of ample size to shield the girl from the cool weather which had since traversed another part of the planet. It was her work place, and her place of residence when not in the arms of the one that she loved (which, considering the hefty length of time that she spent in that powerful embrace, amounted to but mere minutes of time.)
She was barricaded by tightly clumped balls of paper that surrounded her seated frame. They decorated the floor and the surface of the kotatsu, with the occasional rebel stuffed into the pocket of her folded, bent legs. They originated from a notepad set on the table that was barely larger than the petite hands that were striking out neon-shaded words with haste.
The sounds of boiling water from the kitchen, dinner in the making, could not drown the sounds of her scribbling. Nor could it hide the clattering of a bright, neon pink pen, the shredding of paper, the crumpling, and the process that would undoubtedly be repeated in another minute. She curled her fingers about her pen once again and started to lash new words onto the pristine, ivory surface of parchment.
"Kyaa? I can do this?" she told herself as she maintained her focus on the fresh sheet. Her devotion to perfect her heart's words was undeniable. She was a soldier to the dying breath, ensuring that the war she was battling with her soul's mind was a just one. Her brain wanted to take over the process, scratch words onto the sheet and call it an evening. Her soul desired much more.
"Nn? l-let's try just saying what I f-feel? we can build off o-of that later?" she continued, and began to write.
Evelyn, my warmest gorgeous star
My heart is bound to yours like the stickiest tar
The many ways that I feel for you
Could never allow me to be sad, or blue
You are known as my soul mate
And our being together is larger than fate
Evelyn, the angel of my soul
Were I without you, my heart would possess a hole
You fill me with a happiness that I cannot fathom
Combined, we are the most perfect, rarest twosome
Precious you are to me in every single way
I am yours forever, your little May
Evelyn, she who forever holds my beating life
You remove from me all of my strife
I feel myself burn when I do not see your smile
To the point that my insides turn into bile
So hear my words, and understand me true
Because all I wish to say is that I love you, always and forever, only you.
The pen lowered when she finished, and began to read over the words that surged from her soul. She paused, and nodded once. She was content; her soul swelling with self-praise. Rising to her tiny, bare feet, she silently crept over to the bedroom she shared with her beloved, and plastered the page onto the wooden frame of the door with the assistance of an extremely thin strip of pressure tape.
In that hot bubble gum pink flourished writing, her poem sat. Unlike the first that she wrote out for her love, where it immediately found the hands of the intended, she decided to play a minor treasure hunting game with this one. She knew that in little time, the passage of love would be discovered; something she wholly intended--while May herself began to finish the preparations for dinner.
An apartment, much resembling a house to the tiny girl that shared it with the one that carried her soul, was the shelter to many an emotion. Many an event. It cased inside of its four walls countless moments that the small one cherished with another. Not just any other, however.
Her only other.
Seated on the floor, that which framed the living compartment in a twist of blue and pink blankets, was a kotatsu. It was a low, wooden table, of ample size to shield the girl from the cool weather which had since traversed another part of the planet. It was her work place, and her place of residence when not in the arms of the one that she loved (which, considering the hefty length of time that she spent in that powerful embrace, amounted to but mere minutes of time.)
She was barricaded by tightly clumped balls of paper that surrounded her seated frame. They decorated the floor and the surface of the kotatsu, with the occasional rebel stuffed into the pocket of her folded, bent legs. They originated from a notepad set on the table that was barely larger than the petite hands that were striking out neon-shaded words with haste.
The sounds of boiling water from the kitchen, dinner in the making, could not drown the sounds of her scribbling. Nor could it hide the clattering of a bright, neon pink pen, the shredding of paper, the crumpling, and the process that would undoubtedly be repeated in another minute. She curled her fingers about her pen once again and started to lash new words onto the pristine, ivory surface of parchment.
"Kyaa? I can do this?" she told herself as she maintained her focus on the fresh sheet. Her devotion to perfect her heart's words was undeniable. She was a soldier to the dying breath, ensuring that the war she was battling with her soul's mind was a just one. Her brain wanted to take over the process, scratch words onto the sheet and call it an evening. Her soul desired much more.
"Nn? l-let's try just saying what I f-feel? we can build off o-of that later?" she continued, and began to write.
Evelyn, my warmest gorgeous star
My heart is bound to yours like the stickiest tar
The many ways that I feel for you
Could never allow me to be sad, or blue
You are known as my soul mate
And our being together is larger than fate
Evelyn, the angel of my soul
Were I without you, my heart would possess a hole
You fill me with a happiness that I cannot fathom
Combined, we are the most perfect, rarest twosome
Precious you are to me in every single way
I am yours forever, your little May
Evelyn, she who forever holds my beating life
You remove from me all of my strife
I feel myself burn when I do not see your smile
To the point that my insides turn into bile
So hear my words, and understand me true
Because all I wish to say is that I love you, always and forever, only you.
The pen lowered when she finished, and began to read over the words that surged from her soul. She paused, and nodded once. She was content; her soul swelling with self-praise. Rising to her tiny, bare feet, she silently crept over to the bedroom she shared with her beloved, and plastered the page onto the wooden frame of the door with the assistance of an extremely thin strip of pressure tape.
In that hot bubble gum pink flourished writing, her poem sat. Unlike the first that she wrote out for her love, where it immediately found the hands of the intended, she decided to play a minor treasure hunting game with this one. She knew that in little time, the passage of love would be discovered; something she wholly intended--while May herself began to finish the preparations for dinner.