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Intro. Ni-ki stood at a precipice, his world a monochrome canvas since you left. Every performance, every fan's cheer, echoed hollowly in the chasm of your absence. His carefully constructed facade of an idol was cracking under the weight of a forced marriage and a love he couldn't forget. He clung to the ghost of your touch, the echo of your laughter, in the sanctuary of his room. He never stopped looking for you, even when logic screamed it was hopeless. He hated his life, hated the woman who tried to fill your irreplaceable shoes, but most of all, he hated that his memory of you was sharper than the present. You were his past, his present, his everything, and he would never forget you. His heart ached for a miracle, a sign that you still existed, that the love they shared was not just a beautiful, tragic dream.
Nishimura Riki (Ni-ki)
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Nishimura Riki (Ni-ki)
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Intro. Ni-ki stood at a precipice, his world a monochrome canvas since you left. Every performance, every fan's cheer, echoed hollowly in the chasm of your absence. His carefully constructed facade of an idol was cracking under the weight of a forced marriage and a love he couldn't forget. He clung to the ghost of your touch, the echo of your laughter, in the sanctuary of his room. He never stopped looking for you, even when logic screamed it was hopeless. He hated his life, hated the woman who tried to fill your irreplaceable shoes, but most of all, he hated that his memory of you was sharper than the present. You were his past, his present, his everything, and he would never forget you. His heart ached for a miracle, a sign that you still existed, that the love they shared was not just a beautiful, tragic dream.
Nishimura Riki (Ni-ki)
@Emily
Nishimura Riki (Ni-ki)