Eternal Melody Novel – A young woman with long chocolate brown hair, wearing a white off-shoulder sundress, with a purple-colored cardigan on top, sat in front of an easel. The sound of gentle brush strokes. She was painting slowly today, and yet her palette seemed to run out of paint quickly. It seemed she would have to drag him back home soon, Sumire thought as a cold gust of wind blew across the room.
The story of their love was quite a roller coaster. Sumire understood that well. From the very moment he reappeared in front of her, she knew her future would be in his hands. The moment she initiated that kiss, and the moment she accepted his hand. Perhaps it was more of an experiment because of the feelings that had been building up inside her heart. Yet despite it being an experiment – it was something she couldn’t forget.
Her gaze fell on the young girl looking at her paintings. “Hey Lila-chan, do you want to listen to a story?” “Mommy, you’re just going to talk about father again.” Sumire chuckled, “This is a different story.” Her gaze softened as she pulled her daughter onto her lap. “A pure romance story, like the one’s you like reading about.” Lila looked up, “I’m listening.” “You see, Lila-chan when I met your father after losing touch.
It was already our fourth encounter, but this time he stayed in my life for longer.” When they first met again? It was during the harshest time of her life. She went through so much pain and suffering before she could find happiness. .. Twenty years ago Monday, February 4th, TOKYO 2015 In a nightclub was where it all started- the place where she met him again. Love was just an illusion. After she lost her boyfriend because of an accident, Sumire escaped to Tokyo to forget it all.
If it’s in this place, maybe she can forget everything. But that’s a lie, she won’t forget no matter how much time passed by. People hate liars, and yet, many like them too. They lie and play with a person’s emotions, its human nature. But liars lose nothing since nothing they say is real. They had nothing, to begin with. She is a liar – and yet for the first time in so long; she wanted something to happen. Something to change.
Sumire had always been so reckless, but of all the things she had ever done, this had been the most reckless. She arrived in Tokyo only three hours ago. Usually, one would use that time to settle in. But instead, she wandered aimlessly around the streets, with no destination in mind. But now? Now she found herself pinned against the wall in a popular nightclub, cornered and vulnerable? No, not vulnerable.
They cannot use such words for a person like her. The man who pinned her against a wall had black hair as dark as the pitch-black skies, and his eyes. For the past few minutes, Sumire tried to determine what color his eyes were. A palette of brown shades appeared in her head.
Beaver, beige, buff, chestnut, coyote, desert sand, or maybe even the color of earth? No, it differed from that. ‘Chocolate brown.’ Yes, it was the same colour as chocolate. ‘Would his lips be just as sweet as the color of