XOMatsumaeohana

"Is there really such a thing as a happy ending?" - [Final Volume]


A drop of ink can penetrate the walls, even the walls you took too long to build. 

After losing her first love due to a traffic accident, Ibuki Sumire transfers to Tokyo. She wanted to escape, to run away from everything that happened. To start over in a place that didn't have him. But a series of clues lead her to investigating the case behind the accident. 

In that place she learns about the masks people wear. The masks people wear to disgui se their feelings. Sometimes you have to look past what you see on the surface. 

There she meets him, the person who helps her move forward. But Sumire quickly learns how alike they are. His cold personality is different than the kindness she is used to. However, he is the only one who understands her feelings.

It keeps going around in circles, like a drop of paint. Round and round - an endless stream of pain and lies. But, that stream ended the moment she laid her eyes on his paintings. 

Such rich and vibrant colors, it felt like his emotions exploded. Yet, in the corner of his studio, she found it. The real him, a sakura painting of two people walking hand in hand. 

A gentle and sweet feeling, something she has never felt before.

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Volume 3: A Single Colour [
Volume 4: A Single Colour II 
Volume 5: Clear Colour Road [
Volume 6: Eternal Melody [

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This book is part of a series
0• Seven Coloured Melody - Pending
1• Eternal Melody - Ongoing
2• Dream Star - COMPLETE 
 Fantasia of the Stars - Rewrite Pending
3• Silver Wish - COMPLETE

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[Commissioned Cover by: Zushidraws]

Eternal Melody

Sano felt his heartbeat increase, his palms turn sweaty, and he felt beads of sweat fall from his face rapidly. The words she said that time echoed in his head like some kind of spell. Not once since that time did a day go by where he did not think of those words. It was the first time he felt fear, and to think it came from the girl he loved.

He felt fear, and at the same time, he wondered. Since when did her gaze become this way? Those blood lust-looking eyes, devoid of any hope and emotion. Since when did she give up on the world?

He thought back to the time they dated. Each time she had them, all those emotional outbursts, he noticed the look in her eyes would change. At some point, it felt like he was arguing with a doll. He became increasingly angrier with her because she looked so emotionless even when they argued.

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