the rain continued for the whole of the week

pouring down

relentlessly.

the days were colder

indicating that autumn was closing in.

i spent two days attempting to piece my torn art project together

but to no avail

forcing me to start again.

only this time

the person standing before me

had no face

just a shell of a mother

who once walked this earth,

surrounded by a storm of dark hair

that never seemed to end.

Midori and i kept our relationship between us

although i wanted to tell papa

just to see his reaction.

i had to respect Midori’s decision to keep it a secret though

so we

held hands in corners

snuck glances during art club

smiled at each other through classroom windows.

nothing could stop my excitement when she

smiled straight at me

or whispered secrets

during class

making my heart beat faster

and my head swirl with sticky feelings.

thanks to Toastagami for the ship name above (｡>﹏<｡)

#midosora all the way <3

also tysm for 1.6k reads and 700 votes. you guys are really the best (*˘︶˘*).