A Destiny in Your Colour

Kimi Iro Destiny

"May I give you a piece of advice? 

You were talking about the red string earlier, but have you ever wondered how poeple know that the string's red... even though we can't see it? 

It could really be any colour, don't you think? Red.. or even black. 

After all, the colour of the string's not that important. 

It's who it's attached to. If the string that binds you two has to be red, maybe the love isn't fated to be. 

But if he really love you, .. whether the colour of your hair is red... or black... he'll find his way back to you, I think."

Just thought that the speech in this one-shot manga called Kimi Iro Destiny from Shitsuren Biyoushitsu, written and drawn by Ayumi Rin sounded really good in the context of the manga. And it's probably the work of the translator too. Has anyone heard of the Red String of Fate? Or maybe you don't believe in it?

Answers and Thoughts like ropes

Answers

If I asked you, will I be prepared for your answer?

If I asked you, will you ignore me?

If I asked you, will you reply sincerely and directly?

Nope, maybe I rather not ask.

Nope, maybe I rather keep my thoughts bundled up.

Nope, I wouldn't because I can never be prepared for your honesty.

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Thoughts like ropes

Bed sheets rustled. The sound of cicadas chirping outside was disturbed by the dong of the grandfather clock in the living room. It was already two in the morning. She has been lying awake since eleven the night before.

A sudden recollection occurred to her. "It's like you're strangling yourself up in ropes, like a cocoon" she recalled what her mother told her about her overthinking as she curled further into her bed.

But... a caterpillar emerges as a beautiful butterfly at the end of the process right? It rises up to become a survivor. Am I as strong as a caterpillar? Will I prevail as a person of good personality? She questioned herself.

And for the umpteen time of the night, her attention switched. 

Four and a half hours. That's the amount of time I've left for sleep, before getting up to get ready for school. School, the place that I don't necessarily liked nor dislike attending. It's not a particularly special place. Nah, just a place with nothing that I've much to look forward to but still go to everyday. Except... except for, him.

Him is a guy, obviously. Popular he is not, unknown wallflower he is not. Average nice guy he is. One with slightly droopy sad eyes, but it's those eyes. Those eyes which sparkle like stars in the night sky every time he spoke that caught her attention.

Alright, alright, it's time to really sleep. Enough of useless thinking and self torture. She reminded herself as she slowly, and finally, closed her eyes and slipped into deep sleep...

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This is what happens when I feel like writing but don't really have an inspiration. So blehhh. And yes yes cliche writings cause I'm just an amateur and romance was what I first read my younger teen years. 

In Primary school, it was adventure and detective/mystery genres till about 12. Then followed by young adult romance and sci-fi genre in Secondary school years. Only about 16 or so then I started with adult fiction thriller and adventure? With an occasional young adult genres to lighten up things. 

Till next time, byes. I don't think that I should force any writings anymore HAHAH :')

Dreams

Had a dream with 2 people inside and it involved a lot of running. Dreams these days tend to include people I know and running or getting lost or finding my way somewhere. Like really, to my unconsciousness, you don't sayyyy. Or rather dream (rolls eyes). So the dream that I had kinda inspired me to write something, don't expect too much, I tried :') Here it goes

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It was almost midnight. Occasionally a lone vehicle whizzes by on an almost deserted road. Escaping, was what the duo was doing. They had to avoid the snapping cameras of two female stalkers. There Z was, observing the peculiar scene that could become dangerous at any moment. "Hey!" she shouted at the duo, wanting them to stop the risky act.

Suddenly, one of them turned and dashed towards her. Grabbing her wrist and pulling her out of the way of an approaching car. In the midst of ensuring their safety, Z forgot about hers.

"Okay okay, let's go!" A gushed to no one in particular. The second of the duo, B rushed after them, but not before glancing at A's grip that remained on Z's wrist. Z peeked at A's face. Anxious was an understatement, fear was more of an accurate description. Twisting slightly out of his grip, she took his hand in hers and began massaging his hand. He smiled thankfully at her as his expressions soften. The trio continued on.

They tumbled into a dimly lit alley filled with abandoned pieces of furniture. Oddly enough, huge malicious looking crows were screeching and circling in the sky above them. Gradually more and more crows landed and stalked towards them. A broke off from them, dodging the crows and disappeared towards the other end of the alley. It was even darker with no sign of streetlights but it was seemingly their only escape. "Over here!" he shouted from the darkness and dashed off before them.

"Come, follow me." B reached out and gingerly held her hand. In the semi-darkness, she heard a sharp take of breath before she was pulled along. Her heart pounded even harder than before. Not from running, but from the boy's warm gentle grip between her fingers. Further and further into the alley they went. Loud human bellows and heavy footsteps echoed from behind them, nevertheless neither of them stopped to look back.

Finally, they saw A standing ahead. A phone was pressed against his ear as he chattered rapidly, "Yes, they're after us! Quick, leave the door open for us!"

A gestured widely towards them and frantically stumbled down a flight of spiral stairs that curiously appeared from the right. Down and down they went, it was at least several storeys deep before they reached the end of the stairs to face a door. Gasping for air, A pushed through the heavy metallic door. He hurried the other two in before turning the bolt tight to seal the door. The trio crumpled onto the floor, exhausted from the running.

At the far end of the room, a bespectacled middle aged man swirled himself calmly from his screen of computers. "Now, what do we have here?"

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Okayyyy, that's it. How crappy for it was inspired by a dream. In which I don't know how to link it well and just wrote whatever that came to mind (laugh-cries). I think it's the longest scene I've written and with the least description to support the scene.

Reminders

May I remind myself again

When I am 23, 30, 45, 50, 68, and so on as I live, till I die

To never be like the generation of adults/people that I know now

To check on myself continuously, on my emotions, thoughts, actions, words, etc

To make sure that I am constantly becoming a better version of myself

To always listen before speaking

To try understanding before sharing my side of opinions

Whether they are supportive or bias against

To give space, time and chances to myself and others

To do the things that I love as a form of relieving stress
To stop, breathe and live in the very moment

To pay attention to all my 5 senses and feel grounded before continuing on the tough journey called Life

To remind myself that no one is gonna to throw me, you or anyone else a pity party

And despite that, emotions are valid 

And it's okay to think that people and life sucks

And that to feel like ripping everything into smithereens, wishing not to even exist at all

Finally to also pick myself up after breaking down

To just keep going on, like how Dory just keeps swimming

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Written on 3 June 2016

More

Staring down at her shoes, she mumbled softly, "Promises... just aren't meant to last."

"Hm? Why such a sudden statement?" he prodded, leaning towards her and ever so slightly invading her personal space. Her lids fluttered, for once again he asked the right questions, a quality about him that he was never aware of. She could no longer be tactful like moments before.

"It's something you said... I didn't think that the only way for us to meet again would be like this..." Her hands gestured to the current situation as they sat down at the nearest bench, "While crossing paths in the park."

He stared back at her, eyes clear but brows brought close together. Multiple expressions danced across her face as she struggled to phrase her honest thoughts. The pause between them lengthen, but just as he used to, he waited for her to elaborate.

Finally she spoke, "You promised... didn't you? To keep in contact with me. And I thought that our wanderlust was something that linked us together... that apparently couldn't sustain our conversations. It sounds obsessive to say that I wish that we could talk all day. But that's exactly how I feel..." Gasping and eyes widened, she swiveled away from him. Realising that it sounded like she wished for more between them.

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Written on 2 June 2016

Nature's colours

Dawn broke, signifying the grand arrival of the Sun.

The Moon blushed softly at that thought, tainting the sky multiple colours before shying away.

For they are never meant to appear on the same piece of sky.

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Written on 13 May 2016

Hole in your heart

It's like a hole in your heart, a missing piece that can't be replaced. 

Usually you're careful but on some days you just slip and fall into it. 

Tears fall along with you but it's okay, because some time later you'll realize that you have to get yourself out of the hole with your own will. 

And then life carries on again with that missing part of you. 

We're thinking of you.

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Written on 5 November 2015

Hang on

"No..." she swirled on her heels, eyes darting to the glowing green bars that cage her in.

In the darkness a raspy voice whispered near her ears. "You can't make it... you're weak... there's not enough time." The words wrapped round and round her heart like a rope, tighter and tighter, suffocating her. 

Suddenly, another voice chirped, "Hang on, it'll all be worth it."

"No... No, I can't wait!" shaking her head profusely, she sank to her feet. Eventually she grew quiet and laid curled up. Time inched on.

Seconds... minutes... hours... days. 

Waking abruptly for the umpteenth time, she drew her last bit of energy and yelled at the Devil who sat calmly on the other side of the cage. Who watching her every move with cold and mannequin-like eyes. Soon, she grew tired and succumbed to sleep.

"Hey! Wake up! What are you doing laying here in the dark?" Drowsy from sleep, she forced her eyes open. 

Clumsily sweeping her hair from her face, she realised that the cage was no longer there. Like it was all but an illusion.

Weakly, she pleaded, "Please... take my hand..."

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Written on 24 November 2014

Goodbye

"Goodbye..." Fading into twilight, the tall silhouette whispered.

There she stood alone. Abandoned, deserted and helpless.

Her eyes darted around, desperately searching the darkness for some sign. Reality eventually struck her and she gasped, hand shooting up to cover her mouth. The world blurred as warm tears flooded her eyes, threatening to spill over her lower lids.

Instinct took over and she turned, sprinting forward into the unknown abyss. Minutes passed as her breathing strained but her mind pushed her on. 

Faster, faster!

"BANG." A deafening sound stopped her.

Knees buckling, she collapsed hard onto the ground. Laying askewed, her clammy hands grabbed uselessly at her neck. Attempting to stop the warm dark liquid from draining life out of her.

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Written on 2 November 2014