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

Hijiri aside there are numerous members of the black alice organisation here. 'I'm not the only one here, Atsuro is here too.' But, it really feels like he stepped into a place filled with enemies.

Getting tired of watching Hijiri for now, Yuhi quietly slipped out of the banquet hall. He ends up in the gardens. But, no sooner did he enter. It didn't take long before he heard the sounds of grunts and moans.

Well, he supposes people are the same no matter what social class they belong to. To think someone would be this bold here. It would be really awkward for him to cross paths with these people. But, he doesn't know exactly where the sound is coming from. He sighs again, and randomly turns down a fork down the right to see an area where the hedges were taller.