Fireworks. Flowers blooming at the midnight sky. It's nothing special, just a normal thing na madalas ay nakikita tuwing Bagong Taon.
Ngunit pakiramdam ko ay nagbago ang kahulugan ng mga ito. I thought that fireworks are like our lives. No matter how far you reached, you'll still crumble into dust once you die.
But something happened that made my interpretation, or rather, how fireworks impact my life.
A silhouette beside me, wearing a yukata. It was unusual for someone to wear it at the Philippines. Natatamaan ng liwanag ng fireworks ang aming mga mukha. Their face was full of nostalgia and loneliness as they stared at them.
Then a thought crossed my mind...though I don't know how to convey it.
Then, little by little, a simple dream appeared on my mind.
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and events are fictitious, unless otherwise stated. Names of the person, living or dead, are purely coincidental.
P.S
Honestly, I don't know if I'm doing it right 'coz teen fics nor romance is not my strong suit. If someone read this, kindly comment your suggestions. It's highly appreciated! Also, this story might use things related to Japan. Thank you!
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When The Night Sky Becomes Lively
Teen FictionThe world is a travel of eternal darkness. Whether to deny it or not, you can do something bad by simply existing. But someone-a fireworks-illuminated at my night sky.
