Seven Moons - Chapter 1
His eyes are full of soul-stirring ghosts.
I don’t know if he did it on purpose or if he was born with such an electrification, I felt that at this moment,
I was completely on the fence, completely seen through by this gaze, as if my skin and flesh had been stripped away, leaving only my naked soul.
He was sitting in the third row of the second row of the VIP seats, and I wasn’t sure if he was looking at me, but my intuition told me that he was looking at me…
Choose… Arouse… I…
Judging from his appearance, he is undoubtedly a complete man with a pure white long-sleeved shirt with black denim trousers and a black cardigan vest.
When he was around the age of thirty, his naturally flowing slightly curly bangs covered his cheeks, sometimes scattered in front of his forehead,
he always used his left hand to pull the thin silk behind his head, and his smooth, round and slightly white forehead
was like a white pearl, hiding in the flowing and fluttering details.
His eyebrows are not thick and thick, and his delicate curved lines have a refined childishness.
The eyes seemed to be filled with tears, crystal clear, moist and moving.
Sometimes he looked down at the propaganda materials in his hand, sometimes thoughtfully, sometimes stroking the tip of his nose with his right index finger, and sometimes supporting his chin with the back of his hand.
Just now, those slightly pink lips kissed each other, oh my God! Is that soft and sweet?
Is it like a slightly deadly and intoxicating 45-proof vodka……
“Mr. Masahiko…… Mr. Masahiko……” assistant Haruki’s sharp and piercing voice aroused behind me, interrupting my drunken eyes.
During the afternoon rehearsal, Mr. Domoto suddenly couldn’t come because of something…… Haruki said.
You actually interrupted me for this kind of thing!
I didn’t answer Haruki immediately,
I just wanted to catch “him” with my eyes.
The third row of the second row of VIP seats, where are the people?
My gaze was anxious like a headless fly, searching everywhere. “He” left no message, no taste left, and the seat was empty, just like my empty soul at the moment.
My sigh was wrapped in loss and discouragement, and when I turned around, I glared at Haruki and said, “Domoto……
Find someone to replace him, if he doesn’t want to do it, many people are on the waiting list, tell him this.
Most of my anger did not come from Domoto, but because “he” sitting in the second and third rows of the VIP seats disappeared……