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 Rhythm Incarnate 521 posts   |
Anime script:
One day, I was sitting alone in the classroom, it was afternoon, crowds of people were moving with happiness and chatting with each other. From one of them I heard: “Hey, today’s Valentine’s day right? Are you going to confess to your lover right?” “Ew, no! That kind of crap’s disgusting! I’d rather eat garbage!” Valentine’s day, it was a word, so weirdly clear, so peculiarly realistic, it rang distant bells, in my memory. Then it seemed to have provoked something colossal, I had forgotten it all long! I am amazed that I had forgotten something as big as this. It was a melancholic trauma I had endured. “Afternoon, I sat alone in the classroom, gazing out the window, as if she was still there. ” I discovered her beauty by accident, he was like a dark and dumb(silent) comet, whose beauty is never admired until discovery. She was beautiful, at least in my perspective: her black, long hair, flowing like perpetual obsidian streams; her eyes, as bright as dark stars... I can’t saw a place in her that’s not imperfect. I fell in love quick. But nothing is perfect, just when I was in a trance in love, I had noticed that early love(which is any love relationshups in schools lower than university, we call it “早恋”). I pretend that I never liked her and abhorred her. I displaced her beautiful images with ugly pictures, but I canI was ignoring her every day, but her memories will always seep in through my defenses. At home, I defiantly refused her memories and hated her. I acted if she was a heartless monster, but she was not, she was only a poor girl, being blamed for my inefficiency. I will keep pretending and supprressing, until the day I reach 18, that’ll be four years later. But, I'm afraid that my psychological bulwark will not break down four years later. Then I carried on, loveless. It was until the day she left, we wrote cards to give to students leaving. I was stuck when I raised my pen, I tried to call back my meomories of love with great mind force, but to no prevail. All I can write is “Good Luck”. I wanted to travel to the days where I had not refused love, I wanted to travel to the days where I can saw her hair like obsidian flowing streams, her eyes like black stars, I wanted to travel to the days where there was no rule restricting love... But look at now, we might not meet again, until a student meeting afar at the future, I tried to seize as many beautiful pictures of hers as possible. But she left, at last. Without an aroma of fragrance, without an image full of beauty, without a speck of dust, without a strand of hair... I sat there sighing with remorse and intense melancholy, I tried to immortalize her by drawing her, but it was too ugly, I sighed again of my ineptness. I looked out the window, only if she was...there. She was there walking down the road, although I can only saw here back, it was one of the most beautiful things I have ever saw, it was ineffable. I saw her walked down the road as she entered a car. There can be still hope, I thought. “Afternoon, I sat alone in the classroom, gazing out the window, as if she was still there. But all left was none. She was not is SHE WAS.” Oh, wait, I forgot I got to stop shitposting, pleasing ignore this thread and pretend that was not an anime script. Currently suffering from Bipolar Disorder.
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Apex wrote: Anime script: One day, I was sitting alone in the classroom, it was afternoon, crowds of people were moving with happiness and chatting with each other. From one of them I heard: “Hey, today’s Valentine’s day right? Are you going to confess to your lover right?” “Ew, no! That kind of crap’s disgusting! I’d rather eat garbage!” Valentine’s day, it was a word, so weirdly clear, so peculiarly realistic, it rang distant bells, in my memory. Then it seemed to have provoked something colossal, I had forgotten it all long! I am amazed that I had forgotten something as big as this. It was a melancholic trauma I had endured. “Afternoon, I sat alone in the classroom, gazing out the window, as if she was still there. ” I discovered her beauty by accident, he was like a dark and dumb(silent) comet, whose beauty is never admired until discovery. She was beautiful, at least in my perspective: her black, long hair, flowing like perpetual obsidian streams; her eyes, as bright as dark stars... I can’t saw a place in her that’s not imperfect. I fell in love quick. But nothing is perfect, just when I was in a trance in love, I had noticed that early love(which is any love relationshups in schools lower than university, we call it “早恋”). I pretend that I never liked her and abhorred her. I displaced her beautiful images with ugly pictures, but I canI was ignoring her every day, but her memories will always seep in through my defenses. At home, I defiantly refused her memories and hated her. I acted if she was a heartless monster, but she was not, she was only a poor girl, being blamed for my inefficiency. I will keep pretending and supprressing, until the day I reach 18, that’ll be four years later. But, I'm afraid that my psychological bulwark will not break down four years later. Then I carried on, loveless. It was until the day she left, we wrote cards to give to students leaving. I was stuck when I raised my pen, I tried to call back my meomories of love with great mind force, but to no prevail. All I can write is “Good Luck”. I wanted to travel to the days where I had not refused love, I wanted to travel to the days where I can saw her hair like obsidian flowing streams, her eyes like black stars, I wanted to travel to the days where there was no rule restricting love... But look at now, we might not meet again, until a student meeting afar at the future, I tried to seize as many beautiful pictures of hers as possible. But she left, at last. Without an aroma of fragrance, without an image full of beauty, without a speck of dust, without a strand of hair... I sat there sighing with remorse and intense melancholy, I tried to immortalize her by drawing her, but it was too ugly, I sighed again of my ineptness. I looked out the window, only if she was...there. She was there walking down the road, although I can only saw here back, it was one of the most beautiful things I have ever saw, it was ineffable. I saw her walked down the road as she entered a car. There can be still hope, I thought. “Afternoon, I sat alone in the classroom, gazing out the window, as if she was still there. But all left was none. She was not is SHE WAS.” Oh, wait, I forgot I got to stop shitposting, pleasing ignore this thread and pretend that was not an anime script. lol wat |
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