Kaoru, after staring through the cracked and dusty window at the green setting beyond it, sunk back down into the bed she had woken up in just moments ago.
Where she should have felt a sense of relief and serenity, all she felt was a stinging guilt. The winter had defrosted into spring, and she still hadnât found anything worthwhile; still, all she wanted to do was enjoy this gloriously warm spring day. Kaoru didnât take well to frigid temperatures, so she would definitely love to bask in any warmth that was given to her.
Only infantile beings with no self-control would give into such basic desires without so much as a second thought of the bearing it would have on the entirety of the aforementioned beingâs life. It was truly folly to abandon oneâs true goals for even a second in favour of some purely sensual act that wouldnât even last the smallest fraction of eternity.
Although winter had turned into spring, Kaoru was beginning to despise the concept of âchange.â Things that should stay must go; and things that should go must stay, just as they are. That was the biggest irony of life â unfortunately, Kaoru found little beauty in irony.
As the girl rolled her lissome body into a kneeling position, the springs of the old, filthy mattress squeaked beneath her like rats scurrying from their most dreaded predator, the human.
Kaoru couldnât take the consciousness of chilled air beating down on her face any longer. She stuffed her reservations into a padded box for later use, and tilted her head backward to let the balmy rays of the sun run through to her spirit.
If feeling was wrong, then why did it have to feel so good? She let out an animalistic sort of sigh, grating and grief-stricken and hopeful all at once. She cared not whether she awoke the snoozing figure behind her, in the bed across the dull room. She did, however, care for the figure she sighted beyond the windowpane when the real world came back into focus.
A little ways away, in a clear field that was the only endearing characteristic of this unfortunate hostel, Kaoru could make out one hell of an ethereal beauty standing there. In form, she appeared to be years younger than Kaoru, with a light hat flapping in the breeze on top of her flaxen hair.
"Youâve gotta be screwinâ with me," Kaoru mumbled breathlessly as she struggled to find footing on the ice-like concrete floor below.
She raced outdoors with her calloused feet bare, completely unconcerned with the norms of modern civilization at that point in time. She had to speak to this woman. She had to touch the apparition before it vanished, before she was forced to convince herself that it had never existed in the first place. She broke into a sprint, panting and perspiring as sticky blades of grass conflicted with the exposed skin of her calves.
"Hey!" She shouted at the pale figure before she even reached it. "Please donât⌠go."
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