Her hands quietly took the old page from the sketch
book, her face still basking in the light of her tears.
"Thank you so much,"
She chanted repeatedly.
Her slender fingers held the drawing tightly, but
careful enough not to burden it with creases.
"Um..."
Nao had wanted to ask her something.
He wanted to ask her something that has been keeping him curious for some time.
"Your... name. May I know what it is?"
"Hana,"
She mumbled.
"Like the flowers."
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A Tale of Two Feathers
General FictionMichiki Nao was a regular student in the local high school. He didn't deviate from trends, he always followed rules, and he was always home before dark. In fact, there was nothing special about him, except for his love of nature. That was, until he...
