It seems that sometimes the tongue or even the eyes fall short of making the heart feel a little less under pressure, but since a few days Yuki’s heart felt more things than could be considered healthy. Nothing seemed to be able to stop the feeling of being under 6 feet of earth.

She had just discovered that her tiny little heart was capable of wanting things she never thought she would want.

She wanted to hate herself for all the right reasons but she only hated herself for the wrong ones. She could be on fire and wouldn’t know but a few nights back she could have sworn she was flying.

All this was too much, Yuki picked up her pen in hopes that it might help. Was it possible to look into the eyes of a stranger and feel at home? To hold him close as if for eternity but only till the break of day? It had to be.

This wasn’t love, Yuki knows that and yet she would relive it at the first chance she gets. She had a million questions she would never ask, a million confessions she would never make and a million memories she won’t ever forget.

At least in this moment.

Varalica.

<a/n> this was a short story made by my best friend, she the best. She’s going through a weird time and wanted to find a catharsis and writing was it so,, yeah. She wanted to share it and maybe more in the future