Hello! This is going to be my prologue and the continuation of the Seriously Mayu? series! Yaaaaaaay! :yossi: :cow: :otomerika:
But the main paring has changed! :shocked :shocked :shocked But fear not! They are not gone! They are still here as major characters! :w00t: :w00t: :w00t:
And for your support, the few who reply and all the silent readers, I thank you whole heartedly!
Also DeNight, YuriAnnin is going to play a part in the story (they also might get their own story :twothumbs).
Without further ado! Here is the prologue (I somehow got a bit sad writing this :cry:)
Tree Stumps in the Winter
Prologue
It was just another Friday night for Yokoyama Yui. She sat idly in her bed—distracting herself with a book she found in the attic—and thought up her own stories in her mind. It raged with ideas—from roaring dragons in the sky to magical beings populating modern earth. This was her haven—a scarce place to have these days.
She turned the pages gently, cautious of damaging the book, and her eyes carefully scanned the pages—they sparked at times like fire but died down as quickly as it started. She heard a knock on her window—knowing exactly who it was—and put down her book. She sighed at the intrusion but opened the window anyway for the figure to enter—a small, sickly girl who seemed to enjoy bothering her at times.
"What do you want Haruka?",Yokoyama said—her voice cold but gentle—as she sat down on her bed again, book in hand. "You know this is the fifth time this month right?"
The sickly figure named Haruka only smiled at her—ignoring her question,"I see you're still reading that same book from last time." Yokoyama sighed.
"I can't help it. I have no time. Classes are getting harder.",Yokoyama explained—her hands gripping the book tightly in her hands as she looked on towards Haruka, who's smile faded and was replaced with a lonely stare.
"You look worse than last time.",Yokoyama said—her eyes carefully scanning the features of the sickly girl. Haruka wore a hospital robe and nothing else—her dirty feet becoming more evident as she moved. Her face closely resembled that of a skeleton's and her head was gently populated by little stubbles for hair. She didn't look too good and Yokoyama knew it was only a matter of time.
"I can't help it. I have no more time. Living is getting harder.",Haruka replied with a faint smile—painfully obvious that she was scared of the road ahead. The room became silent after Haruka said that—knowing full well what they were talking about.
Yokoyama's lip trembled as tears rushed out from her eyes—scared of what was to come. She looked down towards her book that she still clutched in her hand—Gray's Anatomy—and hugged it close to her chest. She thought about what life was like on the other side—if there was another side—and cried quietly as Haruka looked on.
Haruka got closer to Yokoyama's crying figure sitting on the bed and hugged her head—comforting her while also crying herself.
"I know you might not feel warmth from my hug. I don't have much in my bones anymore.",Haruka said jokingly—hugging Yokoyama's head tighter.
"It's warm. It's so warm right now.",Yokoyama said as she let go of her book and reciprocated the hug—embracing the figure's hips in front of her—and gripped the hospital robe in her hands, not wanting to let go.
That was the last night they saw each other. A week after that night, Haruka's pulse flattened—Yokoyama silently looking on. The family was also there—the mother crying in agony while the father looked on silently also. Truthfully, Yokoyama felt something die inside of her also—emotion—and in turn something was born, passion.
She was only 15 at the time—Haruka two years her junior—and she knew that Haruka wasn't coming back no matter what. But she knew from then on, she was going to live Haruka's dream—a dream she had to fulfill.
To be a doctor.
TBC