クイル
Pronouns:
She/her
Name:
Kuiru- クイル
Gender:
Female
Babu's favorite childhood memory:
Word count:
1,050
Pronouns:
She/her
Name:
Kuiru- クイル
Gender:
Female
Babu's favorite childhood memory:
Kuiru sat in her room crying, she closed her eyes her tears falling onto the blue carpet that covered her sun-lit room, the memories of the hours before haunted her like a bad dream. Kuiru's mother had been sick and she knew it, but her mother always wore a smile and was so energenic that it was almost unbelevible that she died. Kuiru was overcome with grief she had loved her mother so much that her death really hit her hard. The following week Kuiru would barley eat and never came from her room, her dad was getting worried and decided to take time off of work to spend time with her in hopes her solitude would fade, she had, after all, taken her mothers death the hardest. Kuiru agreed to go when her father came promising they'd have fun. When they arrived at the gate, crowds were pouring in and out, it would be easy to get lost so her father held Kuiru's hand. Kuiru and father began walking around when she had a terrible thought, her mother wasn't there she wouldn't be there ever again, she couldn't have fun, eat meals or spend holidays with them anymore, she was gone and Kuiru wouldn't see her ever again. Kuiru began to cry, her father tried to assure her but his voice along with her cry were both quite under the sound of the crowd. Her father held her in his arms, trying to calm her down but she continued to cry, he set her gently on the ground and grasped her hand leading her through the park trying his best to make her smile. The people passing seemed to give them a curious glimps before fading from veiw, her father stopped at the farris wheel before bending down to ask her if she wanted to ride it, Kuiru still cried ignoring him. He sighed and pet her head and whispered in her ear, "your mother wouldn't want to see you crying". Kuiru rubbed her eyes and looked at her dad and asked her voice trembling, "did I make her sad?" Her father smiled sweetly, shaking his head "no, but she's probably worried, your mother loved your smile right?" Kuiru smiled and nodded. "I miss her daddy" she said her face suddenly full of sadness. Her father looked at her with sad eyes, "me too, but she'll always be with us in our hearts right?" And with that Kuiru and her father enjoyed the rest of the day at the amusment park, making happy new memories. Although her mother was gone she remained in Kuiru's heart and she still had her father. Kuiru became an author like her mother was, writing thrilling adventures and releasing her imagination. The memory of that day where she was able to accept her mothers death thanks to her fathers support had brighted her life.
Kuiru's life now is rather busy. Kuiru now has her own house, her room is crowded with papers and documents. With her being a writter it's not unexspected but, it could use a clean. Kuiru looked over to her over-flowing trash can and sighed, it was mostly full of crumpled balls of paper. Kuriru was stuck. No 'good' story idea had come in months and the dead line was soon. She sighed again letting it carry on for awhile. Kuiru heres the door click open and her father walks in with a smile. "Hey Kui..." his voice trailed off is smile dropping to a frown as looked at the mess.
"I know dad, it's bad" she said, giving her dad a glimpse before returning to her work. Her dad sighed,
"Nothing good will come to your brain if you stay in the same place." He said a hint of worry in his voice. "I know lets go to that new cafe down the block!" He exclaimed, Kuiru looked over at him and was sure she gone blind for a moment, his face was practically glowing. Kuiru sighed and got up from her desk.
"Fine, but only for a bit." Kuiru said tiredly. Her father nodded and rushed her out. When they arrived at the cafe Kuiru took in her surroundings, the cafe was a small brick building with ivy climbing its walls, small colorful bloosoms attatched. There was a small deck where two tables each with a pair of chairs sat, flower vases set on both. When the walked in through the door there was a small jingle a golden bell hang off the door. Inside lay five tables, three like the ones out doors and two larger ones with four chairs. The counter was wooden with glass display cases, cute pasteries inside each one, macrons, cupcakes, canolis, cakes and muffins of all flavors seemed to shine inside each case.
"See anything you like?" her father asked looking at her sparkling eyes.
Kuiru relised she had looked like a child just then and blush and mumbled "I'll just get a coffee." Her dad found this funny and started to laugh which made her even more imbaressed so she tried to silence him. Finally when it ended they orded, her father got a canoli and a hot chocolate, he was always a sweet tooth. Kuiru got a coffee, and, thanks to her dads urging, she got a macron. When the waiter returned he gave them their food and drinks. The macron was a light purple with a white cream filling a small candied violet placed on the top, the coffee had a graceful swirl of cream in the middle cocoa powder was sprinkled on top. Both tasted amazing sweetness and biterness colided into one memorable taste, it felt like love, then it hit her, love, a tale of a beautiful love, a couple over coming obsticals, clearing a path for them to walk together. She jumped out of her seat and rushed twords the door her father called out, "where are you going!?" Kuiku stopped and turned around,
"I found my story, I'll pay you back later!" Then she rushed out the door. Her father shook his head and chuckled "that girl is just like her mother" he said still looking twords the opened door. Kuiku's quill flew across her paper in a massive blur. She had found it, her story.
Word count:
1,050
