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Sana thoughtlessly moves the brush on the virtual canvas. Her thoughts are so deep that the girl does not even control the process of creating her next picture. It's not difficult, in fact, you can cancel the actions in any case. This is earlier, ten centuries ago: you draw, it doesn't work — you throw out the old canvas and get a new one. Now the girl just releases internal emotions that do not gnaw so much.
There has been no news from Chaeyoung for two days now.
Either there is a lot of work at the station, or... "Or something has happened", Sana says out loud and stops. "Da Vinci, please help us".
Everyone has their own Gods, right? Sana is a famous artist for all times, eras, and outer spaces.
The last here is Son Chaeyoung driving around. The choice of her profession, of course, makes you wonder how brave, smart, physically and psychologically developed she is, because these are simply unthinkable discoveries of both herself and her body.
Sana holds the gadget in her hands, quickly typing messages to the younger one. She worries, worries, scenarios are immediately played in her head, not quite rosy, by the way, and gloomy pictures are also drawn. And the artist tries to discard everything and just write a Chaeyoung message.
They have a strange relationship, of course, because they do not meet, but they are not friends either. What do you call it anyway, huh?
Me:
SON CHAEYOUNG!!!
Me:
TWO DAYS, YOU KNOW!
TWO DAYS HAVE PASSED — I'M WORRIED!!!
She puts down the gadget and picks up the tablet with the virtual canvas in her hands again. She needs to calm down. Stroke by stroke, strokes, circles, highlights… Somehow, the space is already depicted on the previously white sheet: with spacious galaxies, with distant stars and massive ships. In one of these ships — Chaeyoung. Floating in the boundless space, with the team, locked in the same room… It breaks the heart of a Japanese woman so much that she can't think straight.
From: Young-yi 🌸
God, baby, I'm sorry!
From: En-yi 🌸
We went into outer space,
And then I slept off 🥹
From the messages that have come, it becomes both warm and exciting. Chaeyoung just works a lot, but also rests after that. The blonde smiles and wants to continue her correspondence with Son.
Me:
Did I wake you up, baby?
From: Young-yi 🌸
No way! Then Momo woke up, and immediately everyone got up 🥲😂
From: Young-yi 🌸
Do you know how loud it can be
Me:
Everyone there is like that!!!
Me:
You know, I drew something here....
Me:
It came out by accident when I was thinking about you
From: Young-yi 🌸
Honey, can you show me?
I'm glad you're drawing again
Me:
I'll show you, of course)))
Me:
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Me:
In one of the ships you
From: Young-yi 🌸
Sana?????
From: Young-yi 🌸
It's SO beautiful....
From: Young-yi 🌸
You're so talented with me
From: Young-yi 🌸
Incredibly simple
Me:
Thank you 🥺😚
Me:
Your opinion is important to me
From: Young-yi 🌸
You are important to me, Sana 😘
From: Young-yi 🌸
I will show everyone, with your permission, this masterpiece
Me:
🥺🥺🥺 Okay
From: Young-yi 🌸
We'll text you later, okay?
I love you 🫶🏼
Sana's heart stops instantly, as if trying to reboot, like one of the many gadgets in the Japanese woman's house. It's pounding so fast now that it's getting hard to breathe. Chaeyoung writes these words… The soul instantly rushes out and wants to go to the astronaut — there, into the boundless cosmos. A smile adorns Sana's already attractive face, and the blonde types a reply message.
Me:
Okay, honey
I love you 🫣🖤
From: Young-yi 🌸
We'll talk about this later, too.
Minatozaki hides his embarrassment — it's not even clear from whom exactly, puts down the gadget and hard, but so calmly exhales air. It's so easy for her in her heart, soul, and body… It's so easy for her because her personal cosmos finally finds its own universe.
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