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I. Procrastination
A gently drifting snowflake on a winter day. A freshly licked stamp stuck on an envelope. Warm, sweet covers after a long day. Those were the things that she loved. The familiar little habits of life that had become so expected and beloved. Simple? Why yes. Predictable? In its very nature. She lived for the little moments.
It was the big moments that she was lacking in. Her whole life so far had been genuinely unremarkable. She had impacted nothing, accomplished nothing. She was always telling herself that she would do something someday. That someday hadn't exactly arrived yet.
Rubbing her eyes in the new dawn, she told herself that she would finally paint a masterpiece. It had always been her dream to. And she knew just the setting. The beach. The look of the sunlight reflecting off the waves, oh, it's so lovely. This thought wasn't a new one. She had been telling herself this for the past few months. Ah, procrastination.
But as she exited her house, easel in arm, she told herself that that day would be different. She would get something done, whatever it may be. Yes, that would be her goal. The beach was a short walk away, but her arm ached all the same. It begged her to stop and do this another time. To give it a rest. And she very nearly gave in. That was when someone graciously intervened.
“Do you need help with that?” came a gentle, mature voice. She turned around. There stood a gorgeous person. She felt slightly sheepish, standing there all average with her easel tucked under her elbow.
“Yes, that would be wonderful!” she told the woman. “Thank you very much.” The beautiful person took the easel from her and began to walk alongside.
“You paint?” the person said. Well, now she would have to. No doubt about it. This person would want to see her in action now. Not that she minded, haha. “Ah, I haven't even introduced myself,” the beautiful person laughed. “Luka Megurine, pleasure to meet you.”
She smiled her biggest smile right back. “Rin Kagamine. The pleasure's all mine.”