Reality.

Reality.

A divided world between the imaginary and the living.

It sets upon him. A week of joy and hope about her, fell to pieces. She had been living with someone else. Someone she still loves.

Dearly.

And no light could enter the supposedly ray of hope that nearly had begun to shape itself in the beginning.

He took a frisk walk to lighten his senses...of what he knew, was the girl that would have been the perfect solution to his life.

His ambitions.
His love.

The heart sank deep. Surrounded by  mine fields.
And again, his story fails.

A perfect day.

Flawless.

The lightly shone trees flustered. His day, ended with a perfect memory.

An effort lasting from the beginning of the semester paid off, as his project was thoroughly checked by his peers. Passed with flying colours.
The afternoon entered, with him trotting around the city.

Waiting for the origami to appear. He hid himself in the corner waiting. But she, had the same plan.

 "Hey, I was supposed to hide there first!"

 "No! I had that idea first!"

They smiled.

And his and her lunch time, began.

Origami.

She folded it gently, albeit making a mishap with her spontaneous quirky clumsy manner.

His eyes squint to see the origami folded into something beautiful.
And his eyes could not focus. Not the origami, but the beautiful person that engulfed his vision.

Her clumsiness drew him.
Attracted him.
However it may be.
And again, his story would be ending in a failure like the rest of them.

Overwork.

The end of Supanova 2011, brought him back to reality.

Now, he considered himself "overworked". The people surrounding him as of now wanting him to do all sorts of things. His hands are full, no, his hands overflowed with their requests and their beliefs. Some of the requests are due to half-minded people without any consideration.

People leaving things behind.
Questioning his authority.
Promises made to wash dishes. M washed them in the end.
Organising voluntary work for everyone, while other important members stand and watch the work being done for them.
More stories resided within him.


The budding flower bloomed too soon.
Too fast.

Deep within him, he suppressed his anger...his emotions.
An emerging volcano may pop out sooner or later.

Saturday Supanova

Tiredless, eagerness, confidence.

He took pride in his costume, dragging attention around. Photographers took their line to snap a photo, while M presented a small contribution to cosplayers around the world.

However small the encouragement, he was content. Going back alone was quite an experience though.

And his feet smells. Day 2 incoming in an hour.

Albert Silverberg - Suikoden III