The Pages Between Us ~
ep~¹ dust and room
If someone ever made a movie about my life, , the opening scene would probably be me sitting in my pajamas, holding my dear son I mean my cat, staring at a half-finished painting that looks like a good meal for any artist
Soo I’m Viyura Naylor just turned 21, art student, and part-time philosopher when things go wrong.
Honestly My room looks like Picasso sneezed in it. My mom calls it a disaster. I call it modern expressionisms in art language ;)
Right now, I’m sitting in my chair, peacefully holding my cat , ricky. thinking about how soft life could be if moms came with a mute button (TT)
Because even tho my door is shut, I can already hear her voice —
"Viyuuuu! CLEAN. YOUR. ROOM!”
And that I was talking about, dear audience, this is how every great story begins —
Not with love or destiny…
But with a mom, a mop, and a very strong urge to run away.
Sara naylor (FL's mom)
Clean your room, viyu!! *open the door*
Viyura Naylor (FL)
I did clean it.. Last week! **patting ricky on lap**
mom and their obsession with cleaning -
Sara naylor (FL's mom)
You moved things from the floor to the bed! That’s not cleaning!! *stare at Viyura*
i groaned, staring at the clothes that were basically the blanket on my bed now , books, and what might have been a sandwich from last time I checked
Viyura Naylor (FL)
Mumma, it’s called creative chaos! *muttered*
Sara naylor (FL's mom)
Creative chaos doesn’t smell like socks!!! *shout, pick and throw socks at her*
That was her sign — time to escape.
Hold on you gonna get so much it's just the starting bro 👀🎀
ep~² the diary
After few minutes my mom handed me a garbage bag filled with my chips and drinks wastage. I was walking out from house to throw it all.
Viyura Naylor (FL)
If Einstein could live in a mess and still be a genius, I think I deserve a Nobel for surviving that room ~ *Mumbled*
as soon as I opened the gate my cat, Micky ran towards me like I'm going to take his something precious thing away but instead of biting me down he gently snuggled on my feet. Like he wanted me to take him out
Viyura Naylor (FL)
Sorry, baby. One of us has to live freely, and you don’t know how to use doors ~ ! *pat Micky's head*
I walked outside through the street and threw the garbage at the big dustbin that is behind the street light and as I was thinking to go back my dear tongue craves for some coffee
and I know exactly where I have to go for it there is an old book store there is a café also I lovee sitting there and doing all my artwork and sometimes reading some books that give me creativity to create more art leaving all the excuses -
The book store owner is super hot, so you can understand me gurlss
Viyura Naylor (FL)
**push the door open**
Mr. ellis (bookstore owner)
Back again ~ ? *sitting behind the counter*
Behind the counter sat Mr. Ellis, the store’s owner. Slight red-haired, round glasses that he only wears while reading, and an expression that made him look like he’d seen the world ending from his eyes . cold
Viyura Naylor (FL)
Good evening to you too, Mr. Ellis ~ one coffee with cream please *sit on the desk near books*
Mr. ellis (bookstore owner)
You bring storms wherever you go, my dear. How’s your mother ~ ? *starting preparing it*
wait wait- before you guys wonder how this hot guy knows my mom's soo he's my part time best friend too i yap while drinking my coffee and he listens all.
Viyura Naylor (FL)
Alive, loud, and allergic to dust ~ *struggs*
Mr. ellis (bookstore owner)
Mothers usually are allergic to everything their daughters love ~ *chuckle*
Viyura Naylor (FL)
And that’s supposed to be a moral or just a fact ~ ?
Mr. ellis (bookstore owner)
Both. Every generation fights their mothers, until one day they realize they’ve become them ~ !
he placed the coffee on my table when I was opening my half filled Canvas and colours.
Viyura Naylor (FL)
If that happens, please bury me with my paintbrushes ~ !! *shake head*
He smiled ! that soft, knowing laugh that sounded like it had been waiting to release for a long time.and i just stared at him. god, he looks cute now I think
wait!! Not every cute guy can be the main character in my life story. I narrowed my eyes and look at him again.. yeah well I think he can be ~
After an hour i finally completed my painting and stretched my arms in relief like I just won the battlefield.
Viyura Naylor (FL)
haa ~ *sighs*
i smell the old paper and ink and tbh felt like home. I decided to walk down and explore the book store a Lil that i already done so many times
i ran her fingers along the book spines. Some had peeling labels, others had no titles at all. The shelves here were like people quiet, a little messy , but full of stories waiting for someone to notice them.
Viyura Naylor (FL)
Classic section, poetry, tragedy… basically my entire dating history ~ *shake head*
I crouched down to the lowest shelf, pulling out a huge encyclopedia just to peek at the cover art so I get some inspiration but yeah it's just snakes of obanai , i tried to shove it back and as my clumsy aßs- something slipped and fell from behind the stack.
Viyura Naylor (FL)
Ow—hey, that’s assault !
It was a small, leather-bound diary, edges slightly torn, tied with cute pink ribbon. The cover was plain nothing was written there, except for one letter pressed faintly into the front: A
- imagine pink ribbon tied -
I looked around,expecting Mr. Ellis to yell, “Careful with the artifacts!” but he was busy arguing with a pigeon sitting on the windowsill.
I blew the dust off and it caught me coughing
Viyura Naylor (FL)
Cough cough - thanks for the asthma A ~ *mumbled*
Viyura Naylor (FL)
You’re not gonna curse me, right? Blink twice if haunted ~ ?
I untied the ribbon carefully. Inside were pages filled with delicate handwriting. smooth, elegant, and slightly faded some laters.. they are barely visible but whoever wrote this must have been the smarty that shows from the writting
“𝑨𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒍 𝟏𝟓, 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟔,”
“𝑻𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝑰 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒆"
Viyura Naylor (FL)
Well, that’s not creepy at all ~ *grin*
I flipped the another page
a folded photograph slipped out and landed in my lap Two blurry figures stood beneath a cherry blossom tree wait the héck one looked suspiciously like me I blink
Viyura Naylor (FL)
Okay… either I need more sleep, or this book just got personal ~!
Mr. ellis (bookstore owner)
*stare at her, chuckle*
Mr. ellis (bookstore owner)
Books don’t always wait for the right reader. sometimes, they choose them ~ !
ep~³ golden light
I was so curious to read that love diary of 'A' so I took it rn in sitting in my room making the full horror type of scenario. Night time and raining outside with me under the candle light, micky on my arms and that love letters front
Viyura Naylor (FL)
Hmmm let's see how it goes *open the first page*
The first page was dated 𝟏𝟒 𝒂𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒍 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟔
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝑰 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒆. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒆, 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇. 𝑰 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒋𝒐𝒃.
𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒖𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑴𝒓. 𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒎 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔. 𝑰 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏’𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏’𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒆𝒅. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒊𝒓.
𝑰𝒇 𝑰 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉, 𝑰’𝒅 𝒂𝒔𝒌 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒘, 𝑰’𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑨𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒍.
Viyura Naylor (FL)
April…? Oh, how original. You meet a girl in April and name her April. Classic romance move, A. *grin, mumbled*
Viyura Naylor (FL)
Still… he writes beautifully ~ *smirk*
I flip the page hoping to get some more 'man in love' things , but the rest of the letters are blank — only faint outlines of ink, like they were erased by time.
Viyura Naylor (FL)
People in the 90s were just built differently. Handwritten feelings, no DMs, no ghosting ~ *sigh, yawns*
Viyura Naylor (FL)
Alright, A, whoever you are.. thanks for ruining my sleep schedule ~ *close the diary*
I put micky aside on his small bed cause he was already asleep, I stood stretching my arms and walked towards the window to close it. A cold breeze of air moves the curtains giving me a main character vibes
just as I was closing the window the candle flickers strangely blue, then gold and the air seems too soft I can feel it on my skin
Viyura Naylor (FL)
I didn’t open any snap filters, why is my room glowing ~ ?? *struggs, frown*
When I turn back the diary start moving itself it seems it can be cause of wind but- the ink from A’s first letter starts to glow. I blinked and picked it, as i brush my fingers against the letter it started turning pink from golden
Viyura Naylor (FL)
Is.. Is it burning?
Suddenly the words on the page started to move upside and flowing on the air. I jerk the diary back throwing it away but I was just feeling the gravity that pulled me in
Viyura Naylor (FL)
Wo..woahhh!!
it feels like the light swallows me-
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