hinata shoyo x reader, 7.7k words, bittersweet summer angst like iced matcha latte, written for @hanayanetwork’ssummer collab! read on ao3 @ chopchopmanbun <3
p.s. someone almost drowns, please watch out for that!
“Your leaving revealed its reverse: your coming, vibrant in its goodbye.” — Pedro Salinas
i.
Someone once said that God’s loneliest creation is the eye. Unaware of the other eye, it never holds what passes through it; it cannot hold what passes through it. Not even the full moon that forever orbits around the earth but never crashes.
A coin-shaped tear on the fabric of the night sky, it’s eternally apart from the sun, its own shadow born in another land, and thus also lonely in its own right. Even if the sun touches it with its sunlight-shaped fingertips, it lets them go and offers them to the footprint-carved sand.
Tonight, as the Brazilian air traces the grooves on your face, all of God’s loneliest creations gather below the balcony of your hotel room, and your heart is their guest of honor.
hinata shoyo x reader, 7.7k words, bittersweet summer angst like iced matcha latte, written for @hanayanetwork’ssummer collab! read on ao3 @ chopchopmanbun <3
p.s. someone almost drowns, please watch out for that!
“Your leaving revealed its reverse: your coming, vibrant in its goodbye.” — Pedro Salinas
i.
Someone once said that God’s loneliest creation is the eye. Unaware of the other eye, it never holds what passes through it; it cannot hold what passes through it. Not even the full moon that forever orbits around the earth but never crashes.
A coin-shaped tear on the fabric of the night sky, it’s eternally apart from the sun, its own shadow born in another land, and thus also lonely in its own right. Even if the sun touches it with its sunlight-shaped fingertips, it lets them go and offers them to the footprint-carved sand.
Tonight, as the Brazilian air traces the grooves on your face, all of God’s loneliest creations gather below the balcony of your hotel room, and your heart is their guest of honor.
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