mnemonic
Description
When you close your eyes and think back to your youth, don't you get that bittersweet feeling?
The memory of it is soft, nostalgic, and hurts in the most beautiful way possible.
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A coming-of-age story, against the backdrop of a high school, about an ordinary girl finding herself as she struggles with the changes of her life.
Friendship and love.
Heartache and joy.
Foreword
Author's Note
It's different from what I usually write, but I think the thoughts in general will be similar. Just the style is a tad ... different. First person narrative, not as descriptive as I usually am, but a lot more going into the OC's mind. And it's also less drama, which I love. Don't expect kingkas or crazy tragedy. It's more realistic, but I do want to weave through a very mixed undercurrent of melancholy. It's just I am really into some melancholy slice of life right now, and this is the result. :')
I can already feel that nice bittersweet ache just thinking about the story and I hope it will reach you when you read it. <3
About the poster: I quickly made it after half a year of not touching Photoshop, haha. I hope it's acceptable. I expected it to be much worse, so I'm happy with it.
Also: I named the story after this song. It's been my favorite song since April, and it's what basically inspired this mood of mine.
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