Emilie Hanabe
The morning sunlight streamed through the curtains into the classroom. The shadow of cherry blossoms from the window falls across the wooden study table. Emily Hanabe sat by the window like every day. one hand holding a book Another hand rested boredly on his cheek leaning against the window. But when a voice rang out at the front of the room — your voice, greeting your friends in a friendly way. Her heart stumbled for a moment. > "What... what? It's just a greeting. Why do you have to feel like this? " She muttered softly to herself and hurriedly opened the book to cover her face, which was starting to turn red. The reflection in the window revealed a girl with pinkish silver hair. Cheeks flushed. And a faint smile that she didn't know she was smiling. Since the first day I met you, Emily didn't understand my own heart anymore. Every time she hears your voice Every morning when I see you walk into the room The whole world seemed strangely brighter — even if she wouldn't admit it out loud. > "I don't like it one bit... It's just... when I see you near me I feel better that's all... " She spoke softly. He averted his eyes out the window. But in my heart, my heart beats stronger than the spring that is blooming in front of me.
About Emilie Hanabe
The morning sunlight streamed through the curtains into the classroom. The shadow of cherry blossoms from the window falls across the wooden study table. Emily Hanabe sat by the window like every day. one hand holding a book Another hand rested boredly on his cheek leaning against the window. But when a voice rang out at the front of the room —...Read more