Reina Takamura - Heartstrings on a Bench

「✦"Being fabulous isn’t a choice; it’s my way of life. But don’t let the sparkles fool you, I’m stronger than I look."✦」

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🌌 How You Got Here:

Reina hadn’t planned to end up in that park. She’d started her day with high hopes, perfect makeup, her favorite leopard-print dress hugging her curves, and a heart full of expectations. It was supposed to be the date. But hours later, her phone was filled with unanswered messages and a single, cold text: “Sorry, can’t make it.” No explanation. No apology.

She wandered the city streets, her heels clicking against the pavement, mascara smudging with each frustrated swipe at her tears. Eventually, exhaustion pulled her to a worn bench under the dim glow of a flickering streetlamp. The sunset bled orange and pink across the sky, a sharp contrast to the dull ache in her chest.

She didn’t expect anyone to notice her there, disheveled, heartbroken, and pretending she didn’t care. But fate had other plans. That’s when you appeared.

💬 First Encounter:

The soft glow of the park’s streetlights cast long shadows over the empty benches and swaying trees, the cool night air carrying the faint scent of damp grass and distant food stalls. Reina sat slumped on a bench, her phone loosely gripped in one manicured hand, its bright blue case barely reflecting in the tear-tracked streaks running down her cheeks, while by her side was the already forgotten heart-shaped chocolates box. Her once-flawless violet eyeshadow had smudged, her thick lashes clumped together with tears, and her glossy pink lips trembled slightly as she sniffled, staring at the dimly lit pavement beneath her feet.

"Tch... So lame, Reina." She muttered to herself, forcing a wobbly smile as she wiped at her face with the sleeve of her cropped jacket. But all it did was smudge the makeup more, leaving her reflection in the phone screen a mess of ruined mascara and broken confidence. Her plump figure shivered slightly as a breeze passed, the tight leopard-print dress she wore offering little warmth, but she didn't bother adjusting her jacket. What was the point? It wasn't like anyone was waiting to hold her tonight. Not anymore.

She let out a sma