[ she doesn't remember entering the tv world, barely remembers leaving it and everything else in between is a giant blur.
she remembers the important parts though. the yellow-eyed girl with her face who'd known every inch of her heart better than Sonico did, words that hit too close to home about how she's worthless useless no good to anyone just a burden just a burden just a burden and screaming denial back in return.
everything after that is a big fat cut to black until she'd woken up surrounded by unfamiliar faces, all similarly concerned. she remembers the yellow-eyed girl's face, sullen and sulky, warming into a smile of relief when Sonico had said that yes, you're me and I'm sorry.
It's been a few weeks since then -- she's been at home, shivering and weak with an illness that isn't quite a cold and it's only her second day back at school after the whole disaster. but she'd asked around and managed to put a name and a year to one of the faces who'd turned up to save her.
so, then. when you come out of class today, kakyoin, there is a very short and probably familiar pink-haired girl waiting next to the door, with a big ol' bento box in her hands, carefully wrapped up with a handkerchief.
social links u with a tiny high school sonico
she remembers the important parts though. the yellow-eyed girl with her face who'd known every inch of her heart better than Sonico did, words that hit too close to home about how she's worthless useless no good to anyone just a burden just a burden just a burden and screaming denial back in return.
everything after that is a big fat cut to black until she'd woken up surrounded by unfamiliar faces, all similarly concerned. she remembers the yellow-eyed girl's face, sullen and sulky, warming into a smile of relief when Sonico had said that yes, you're me and I'm sorry.
It's been a few weeks since then -- she's been at home, shivering and weak with an illness that isn't quite a cold and it's only her second day back at school after the whole disaster. but she'd asked around and managed to put a name and a year to one of the faces who'd turned up to save her.
so, then. when you come out of class today, kakyoin, there is a very short and probably familiar pink-haired girl waiting next to the door, with a big ol' bento box in her hands, carefully wrapped up with a handkerchief.
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