Rose is jesting sunny on the yellow streets.
A bright, sunny day bathed the yellow streets in warmth, where two best friends walked cheerfully side by side."Hey Sunny, you have yellow hair—and you're walking on yellow streets! What a coincidence, hey hey hey!" Rose said teasingly, her tone playful yet filled with tenderness.
She wore a yellow skirt that fluttered softly in the breeze, a yellow sunflower tucked into her shiny black hair. Sunlight kissed her skin, leaving a glow that danced with beauty.
"You wore a yellow one-piece, too," Sunny giggled. "And even a yellow flower. What do you call that—a coincidence?"
Rose shook her head with a small smile, eyes closing as if savoring the air. "No," she said softly, "if it's about , it's destiny."
She inhaled gently, feeling the light chill of the golden street air. "We both wore yellow," she added, her voice bright with joy. "What a perfect match."
Rose's big blue eyes shimred — like a nebula delicately crafted by the universe itself.She looked at Sunny with a smile so kind it could lt the silence between stars.
For a brief mont, Sunny just stood there, lost. His thoughts froze, his senses stalled — as if the world had suddenly stopped spinning around her.
Rose leaned closer, eyes glinting mischievously.
Then— tatt!A sharp snap echoed in a sassy way.
Sunny blinked, stepping back slightly. "Whoa, whoa! Where did you get that sassiness from?"
Rose lifted her shoulders playfully, a giggly tilt curling on her lips. "Hehe… did I act well? I saw so girls in the city behave like that, so I just tried it out. Did I pass?"
Sunny flashed a confident thumbs-up. "Bullseye."
Both burst into laughter — light, airy, and warm — the kind that makes the air around them shimr.
Hands folded behind her back, Rose walked ahead with a cheerful bounce in her step, her skirt swaying gently with each move.
Out of the blue, Sunny asked, his tone softer, curious,"You seem lighthearted today… Any reason?"
Rose's hand lingered near her soft lips."Umm… let think," she said, tapping her chin lightly. "Why am I so happy today? The reason is… and the reason is…"She looked around, pretending to search for one out of thin air.
Then, with a spark in her eyes, she exclaid, "I think the reason is—today's weather! It's so nice and beautiful! It feels like spring is just around the corner."
Her voice carried joy like music. "Oh, Sunny, I can't wait to see how the flowers will blossom. I can almost feel the warmth hidden inside the cold air—ahh, it's so nice!"
Rose's face glowed with childlike delight, her every gesture lively and animated. Under the gentle sunlight, her yellow dress shimred like spun gold, radiating joy in every flicker of motion.
Seeing her, Sunny smiled too—his arms folded, his voice light."Yes… I can see what you're seeing. I'm also excited for spring to co. It's been so long since I've witnessed one here in Ryuki City. I hope this ti I'll see a rainbow—no, a golden rainbow."
"Golden rainbow?" Rose's jaw dropped, her eyes sparkling like little stars.
Sunny nodded, his tone nostalgic. "My grandmother used to tell stories about it. It's rare—appears maybe once in hundreds of years. The last one, she said, was seen five centuries ago. It doesn't co every spring… no one knows when it appears. But when it does, it's said to mark a new age, a new will. Those who see it… their lives change. They start to feel sothing strange, sothing divine."
Rose's lips parted in awe. "What?? A golden rainbow… I want to see it!"
She clasped her hands together, gazing up at the sky. Her voice turned soft, sincere—like a child's prayer."Oh, nature, please… I want to see the golden rainbow. Show , please."
The wind brushed her hair and played with her skirt as she stood there under the rising sun—pure, alive, full of warmth.
Sunny looked at her quietly, his heart tightening. Deep inside, a question stirred once again—Do you still love Auren?
He never asked it aloud. Instead, he smiled, carrying that silent ache beneath his calm face.
"We'll surely see the golden rainbow," he said gently. "Maybe… this spring."
The morning breeze carried his words away, and for a fleeting mont, ti itself seed to stop—leaving only the two of them beneath a sky that shimred with promise.
Sunny gathered his confidence, taking a slow breath as he clenched his fist tight. His voice ca out low and uncertain—"Rose… do you still love Auren?"
That single question cut deeper than any blade. Rose's cheerful glow—the light in her face, the playfulness in her walk—faded in an instant. She stopped mid-step. The soft breeze that had been dancing through her hair now only brushed past her still figure.
Sunny noticed her sudden stop and froze too, just one step ahead. He turned slowly, his eyes searching her expression, but her gaze had dropped to the ground.
For a long mont, silence sat between them—only the faint sound of the wind moving through the trees. Then Rose finally spoke, her tone quiet and cold, her face expressionless."Why are you asking this question, Sunny?"
Her eyes lifted, but there was no spark in them now."I already told you—I forgot him. But still… I think he was innocent sohow. Maybe that's just my mistake, my foolish thinking."
She took a soft breath, her fingers brushing her dress as if trying to steady herself."But what I said, I said. I will never show him my face again. I will never talk to him again. So whether I love him or not—it doesn't matter anymore. I'm still too young to understand what love even ans."
Her words trembled slightly at the end, though she tried to sound firm. Then, after a small pause, she added, her tone sharper—"Now please, don't ask this question again and again… Do you want to beg you for that?"
Sunny's heart sank. He quickly raised his hands, his voice breaking a little—"No, no… I'm sorry, Rose. I didn't an to upset you. It's just—"
He hesitated, looking down at his shoes, then back at her, his eyes soft but desperate."I just wanted to know. I wanted to be sure. I wanted to understand if… if there's still any feeling for Auren inside you."
His voice grew even quieter, almost a whisper carried by the wind—"Does he still smile inside you, Rose?"
Rose's lips parted slightly, but no words ca out. Her eyes shimred faintly, reflecting the sunlight like glass about to crack. For a brief mont, her expression softened—sothing fragile and distant flashed through her face—then she turned away, hiding it behind silence.
The morning air grew heavier around them. The sa wind that once played with her hair now seed to carry the weight of unspoken emotions between them.
As the wind drifted past, the air between them thickened, carrying a weight neither of them could na. Rose's lips parted slowly; her voice trembled like a soft note carried away by the breeze.
"I want to fade him from my mory, Sunny," she said quietly, her gaze fixed on the cobbled street ahead. "But it's not an easy task. I try to live happy—laugh, breathe, smile like a rose should—but you… you're the one who keeps reminding of him."
The playful warmth that had danced on her face earlier had vanished. Her fingers gently traced the edge of her skirt as if searching for balance."He's still there inside ," she continued, "no matter how much I deny it. He hates because of who I am, but I loved him for exactly who he was."
Her eyes softened, lost in a distant mory. "When we t, it felt like destiny. Sothing that ca from nowhere and turned into sowhere aningful. When he hugged the first ti—it was sudden, unexpected, yet… it didn't feel strange. It felt right."
A soft breeze brushed her hair as she took a small, shaky breath. "He was waiting for that night. The cry in his eyes was real. The waiting was real. And that hug… that hug was real too. I can't deny any of it."
Her tone wavered, but her words remained firm. "He was broken when he said those cruel things to . But still… still, I can't help but carry these feelings. They stay with , like echoes I can't silence. Maybe it's foolish, but even now, I wish to have him in my life—if not as a lover, then at least as a friend."
The silence that followed was deep and tender. The sunlight touched her face, glinting against the faint tears she refused to let fall. The wind moved her hair like gentle fingers trying to console her.
Sunny stood still, heart pounding, watching her with quiet awe—feeling both the beauty and the ache of the truth she carried.
But still one question remained the sa, unanswered.
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