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Anybody here?
No one lets go of anyone's hand and welcome to insanity!
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The tinkle of silverware being moved around inside the porcelain produced a shrill sound, which offered some sort of calm within the room, like rhythmic music smoothly synchronized amidst the chaos, but not loud enough to lessen the rumblings coming from outside , furious, distant, but which still provoked a different awakening in the ears and eyes as they roared and cleared from time to time, with a remarkable light source, the dining room, this one filled with dim lights, yet bright enough to envelop the room in a bright and vivid veil.
The sound inside was silent, it was comforting, Ririka didn't need to look through the large dining room window to be aware of how black the world outside was, where no light at all would dare to challenge the white-hot anger of the lightning. that tore through the sky, the echo of thunder would be heard and would haunt his ears whenever without warning they screamed louder and louder to be noticed. there was something there that Ririka didn't understand, something pulling her toward the outside world, it felt like a sign, something she should have been paying attention to, but none of it really got noticed.
— Anything new about the elections? — is the family matriarch who asks, transforming the ambient sound into hideous and careless for Ririka.
— Everything follows in the fullest conformity. — It's Kirari who responds, bringing the cup to her mouth in the most delicate and conscious movement.
— I assume you're still ahead of the others. — is the mother figure who replies, this time directing her gaze to the youngest daughter.
Ririka looks up from behind the mask towards her imouto. zero, although the matriarchs didn't notice for the speed and duration of the movement, her sister trained her life to read people and the smallest expressions on their faces, she realized, that expression was one of boredom, obviously that dinner and that conversation was not stimulating to Kirari and aware of it Ririka awaits.
I've given them a school to run wild, a few votes and a few odds, something in a game where not having an advantage is having an advantage. Kirari rambles on, putting her cup down on the saucer, then politely takes the napkin in her lap and gently touches her lips, not wanting to smear it with her lipstick or hurt her lips.
Ririka turns her gaze to the country, it was certain that with that comment a newer philosophical, political and social clash would start, just because Kirari couldn't answer a question with just "Yes" or "No", knowing what would come next the older twin waits for the matriarch to speak.
He doesn't say anything at first, seems more engaged with himself in judging the best answer to that intriguing answer than anything else. Her icy eyes, whether they conveyed any kind of reaction, whether it was indifference or boredom as her daughter had done a few minutes ago, in them there was just nothing, this was a characteristic of the Momobami, this inability to express physical and emotional expression was very well worked, safe, without cracks, no loose ends, solid as a wall of ice. Where no one dared try to break, but still burned and could cut, Ririka knew all too well, so she averted her eyes back to the window watching another lightning strike in the black sky.
— The result must be one, regardless of the conditions proposed during the game. — is his answer, hard, solid, with no room for bargaining.
Not when it came to Kirari, Ririka thinks, turning her eyes to the figure in front of her, who was pouring himself some tea again with a smile forming at the corners of his lips, discreet, sincere yet incredibly ironic, almost defiant. Her eyes closed briefly for her to move her body back slightly and take a deep breath before leaning back to straighten her posture towards her father sitting on the edge of the far end of the huge dining table.
— Something predictable has no charm, what would be a great theatrical act without a good surprise for the audience, right? — the younger one says, turning now to the big window that Ririka was looking at before. — Oh isn't nature beautiful when it's tragic and suicidal? — She comments she purposefully ignoring the looks of her parents on her.
Here was the moment Ririka knew would happen, she didn't expect it to be right after dinner, not when the world was so noisy outside and inside her house so calm, the balance wasn't on the scale anymore and now one side it was heavier than the other, threatening to overthrow whatever it came to be Light.
It was always like that, once every one or two months her parents returned to the clan complex just to make sure things hadn't gotten out of hand for their chosen one, they didn't stay longer than a day until they returned to travel leaving the place in their own usual silence, but obviously before the storm came the calm and not the other way around, they allowed themselves to dine with their daughters and ask a question or two, in absolute indifference and let the subject drop to each one's return to life, that was the Their plan, except Kirari didn't seem to follow the script, she was always ready to open the lid of the bottle containing a hurricane that would dance across the table and turn the complex upside down, for a day, for a night everything became noisy, tense and unpredictable in that place, fleeing the silence, the peace, the calm just because it would entertain his Imouto.
There was a movement, which Ririka intercepted behind the mask, her father was lighting his cigar. Neutral and so peaceful, which didn't drive with her mood, waiting knowing what would come next, the older girl took a deep breath letting herself look out the window again transporting her mind to the outside world, letting that sound fill her that darkness covered his eyes and the environment around turned to water amidst the chaos that was now forming there. She preferred to be out there.
When the drops falling through the window became lighter and more frequent, the girl realized that finally the calm was returning, the sky was opening and the doors around her were closing. He returned his gaze to the now empty room, dimly lit than before due to some lights already off, the table now empty, clean, as if it had never been any different, only one plate was set and it was in front of the girl that familiar with the situation, she makes sure there is no one around so she can remove her mask, the ambient air against her face causes her discomfort, compared to the heat that covered her before.
But even though he was fine with that, he could then start his meal, in the solitary silence of that dark environment, as usual, he finished and went to the kitchen to take his dishes and leave them clean, since at that time the employees were no longer there, moving then back through the dimly lit corridors — Which wasn't a concern as she could easily move around the complex without the slightest possible light source, either out of habit or being as much a part of that darkness as at night. - She passed by the bathroom where she did her oral hygiene and in the same hallway walked to her room and entered without any noise being made, removing then her mask placing it beside her pillow and lying down on the bed to close her eyes.
One more day.
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— I have a meeting tomorrow with some of Dad's partners, but I won't be up to that and I'll likely forget about it as soon as I finish that sentence. — Kirari breaks the silence of the car without her eyes leaving the window.
She didn't need to say anything, Ririka knew very well what that meant, so she nodded, it was obvious that after the discussion with the matriarch he would put her to do things she hated as a form of punishment and meeting partners was a of these things. Little did he know that Kirari never actually attended any of them, it was always Ririka. But what could the older one do? Refuse, force your sister to go? No, she was just used to taking her place, and doing that so her father wouldn't try to correct her little sister again was a way to be helpful too, so between them everything was ok, back to silence.
The car stops at the school door and in the same way that silence was present all the way, he continues undisturbed, his sister gets out first, then Ririka is the one who leaves, noting that the secretary was already standing beside the car announcing which ones would be Kirari's obligations. Leaving the car behind him, he observes the enthusiasm that paints the girl's cheeks as she addresses her sister, whether in quick speeches or in the way she moves, pointing to some things on her clipboard, without her eyes straying from the girl. in front of her, as if nothing around existed, curious and intriguing to observe that even amidst that boulder of ice in front of her Sayaka Igarashi made Kirari look like the sun amidst the dark clouds, her smiles and warm gazes cut Ririka, she didn't understand none of that, that link, but he didn't do enough to know.
He watched both of them talking to each other as they walked away to walk into the school, what was left was just following them, keeping their distance, respecting the privacy of their conversation, as if they really wanted to bother or remember their own life.
essence.
Still running with loose thoughts noticed the absence of students circulating there, because they arrived early there were never many students in the place anyway, soon making it silent and ghostly, with their shoes touching the ground echoing, Ririka liked that.
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Two classes based on past events that somehow interfered with the radical change that society today was discussed in a clash between students and master never typical of history class. Despite sometimes agreeing or disagreeing with a colleague's opinion, Ririka never took sides, she watched everything observing the points to be analyzed, which would change, which she would discard, she would distort opinions until she had a good enough one not to cause any kind of questioning your evidence if asked, it wouldn't be aggressive, it wouldn't be peaceful, it would be benevolent like it was created to be.
Admittedly, most did not even notice that she was present in class except for the calls made every now and then some student would give her a terrified look when they had a lapse that the Student Council Vice President was her classmate, not that they thought that she could just be a student watching class like them and yes she was there to spy on and make sure no Mikes* or students got out of line. A vague thought, but Ririka sometimes even believed it herself.
Being the last to leave the room, she follows the corridors with her head always directed in front of her, watching as the sea of students opened up whenever they noticed her presence. The eyes burning on her, the comments, none of it even made any difference to her, there wasn't a moment that it wasn't something natural, so she couldn't react differently than she was used to. It changed that now she was not as absent as before, if she normally preferred alternative paths and rarely appear that way in places with a large crowd of students, she started to do it differently since the election, the reason was obvious, her partner.
— So Yumeko-San would theoretically have to lose a finger to win? — this is Itsuki turning to Yumeko who was sitting next to Mary and company at a cafeteria table.
— Isn't it exciting with all the risk we've had to take?— Yumeko yells excitedly in a way that would cause discomfort in the Vice President's entire soul.
— No, if you had lost a finger you wouldn't be happy like this. — this is Mary muttering with her hands clasped over her face against the table in her typical confrontational stance.
— Or would be. She was happy to be poisoned. — Suzui is the one who says and even though Yumeko laughs at this comment, there is a mutual exchange of significant looks with the boy who looks away without a defined place, but ends up finding the figure a few meters away standing like a statue looking directly at the table, then points, turning attention to Mary's.
— Fuck... can't you just come in and act like a normal person?! — she brandishes waving at Ririka who is at least moving. - Are you still there? I'm on my way, just give me time, go for a walk. — the girl now didn't know if it was a request or an order, the frequency of the tone used could be for either of them.
In any case, she moves, without actually having a direction to move, tracing practically the same course she took to be there, she observes a large group passing by, talking and addressing the figure who was taking the lead, wasn't it Unusual to see them together, Kirari had told her they were working together on these elections, so seeing the coven together shouldn't be anything new. They pass her without looking at her, even because they didn't seem to have seen her passing them, the conversation would be too good or she really was invisible, the only one who actually noticed her was the leader, Terano looks at her briefly without any A trace of emotion on his face, it was a sighting look, it meant nothing.
Ririka wasn't a threat to them, it was a consensus among all the clan members, she was just a puppet of Kirari, who from time to time would annoy but not come to be seen as a problem. That's what even the young girl thought her cousins, her family, and everyone else in the school thought about her, she shouldn't think otherwise, not when they were right.
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— What the… when I said I should go for a walk it wasn't literally, we're on the other side of the gym. — The voice behind her reverie, breathless and a little frustrated, the anger in her eyes though real didn't seem serious.
— Sorry, I just walked around not realizing where I was going. - Ririka rambled looking around, finding herself looking at the courtyard garden, she was near the center of Japanese traditions, duly placed as Mary said, on the other side of the gym.
— Whatever. The blonde waves her hands in front of the girl waving at her mask. — Remove that! — points disgusted and slowly the eldest moves doing so. — I was just going to let you know that you don't have to follow me around school today like a shadow… — she gestures, rolling her eyes. — there won't be any game, well no significant game and also if there was, I don't care, I ended up accumulating some duties and I need to solve this if I don't want to fail the subject — grumbles the girl, sitting at the other end of the bench, keeping the distance of two people from each other.
- I understand. — that's what Ririka responds looking forward, always forward, not caring if her eyes were on some garden flowers or tree.
— So I'm going to study. — Mary promptly jumps to her feet and starts walking, but she doesn't miss the movement behind her.
— Ne... need help studying? — she asks her softly, so soft that Mary almost doesn't hear it as if it's her intention. Almost.
— Yumeko-San will help me, it will be good to prevent her from picking up another finger or being poisoned by another sadistic child in her family, it doesn't surprise me that they all get mental disorders when they grow up. — she points at her clearly acidly but not really noticing what she did just noticing that she walked around without having received an answer.
Spinning on her heel, filled with fury at being unanswered, she watches the figure before sitting now standing facing something in her direction, but not Mary and this makes her a little more annoyed.
Ririka was just thinking that if they'd rather have the company of someone like Yumeko instead of their own it was certainly a sign of how horrible the girl was, in fact how easily she could be discarded when she was no longer useful, if she had any. .
—I didn't mean to say that you are... — She wanted to try to work around the situation, but knowing that it would be impossible to do so without making the situation worse, she fell silent, noticing the figure walk towards her and wait.
— Good studies. — That's what Ririka says with the mask already on her face covering her face even with the comment, totally impassive.
—Are you just going to let me talk about your family like that? — And won't you defend it? They're all crazy I know, but even Kirari hating them wouldn't allow it. She points with a mixture of indignation and sarcasm.
— Kirari doesn't hate them. — She assures firm and powerful in a clear tone that only gained a harsher coldness thanks to the voice alternator of her mask.
— So you do?— Mary retorts, stopping in front of her waiting for an answer that didn't come, not directly, the cold smile of that mask seemed to mock her which made her a little more irritated. — No, you don't hate it because your sister doesn't allow it, after all you do everything what she really says. — she mocks shaking her head to tap her finger on the center of the mask making a hollow sound. — Whatever! — she now she starts to walk away leaving the girl behind.
Mary hated that Ririka didn't make decisions for herself, but she still didn't seem the least bit willing to do anything for herself, her whole servant posture displeased her in incalculable ways, this was definitely the kind of person she hated, these people who were just watching without ever committing themselves. Being around Momobami irritated her, if they were really going to be partners things definitely couldn't go on like this, so Mary had been trying to find ways to make Ririka stand out, whether talking about her family, or doing nasty things herself just trying to get some reaction, but all she received was understanding and morality and this without a doubt only made Mary a patient albeit persevering person of bad character, according to her, but she was not one to give up easily, she would make it at one time or another, she just needed to insist on that.
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Sayaka moved her fingers around the kettle, making sure the temperature was perfect for her to add the tea into a nice mixture. She then looked over her shoulder at the figure standing in front of her aquarium, so focused that not even the fish seemed to want to move so as not to disturb her moment.
— Kaicho*, can I get you some tea? — she asks even though she definitely hates being the one upsetting her.
— That would be very glad to, thank you… — she interrupts herself before continuing — Sayaka-San, how many times have I said that you can call me by my first name? - she questions in a tired sigh that caused an instant regret in her date.
— Sorry, I… — she couldn't complete due to the quick movement of the woman in front of her.
— In this annual tradition of mass destruction, in the name of total reconstruction, my biggest source of confusion is the reason for decay and disillusionment. — Kirari recites smiling at the aquarium, for a moment Sayaka tries to understand what it is.
she meant by that, but no logical line passed in her head fitting this passage, she just watches.
— Sabbath?— she takes a chance and the head movement of the president seems to be between agreeing and disagreeing, so it had passed close.
— Tell me Sayaka-San, what could be more beautiful than mass destruction, a correction of all the crooked lines? — she questions turning now to walk towards her.
— Erase them and then redo the best molds? — She tries to momentarily stop breathing when the distance between them equals zero.
— The solution to everything doesn't always have to be logical. - Kirari laughed into Sayaka's face, soft, low because her fingers were politely interposing their lips.
Although it doesn't seem like a critical slang answer, Sayaka can't help but feel offended, hurt by those words, obviously she wouldn't reply, because she couldn't express that she felt those words were being dragged to her, as much as I could associate Kirari's question that probably nothing referred to Sayaka to her person, maybe she was putting herself in a place she didn't belong.
Sayaka found herself pretentious to put herself in Kirari's problem, it wasn't as if the woman's life revolved around her. Stupid, that was how Igarashi felt about this situation.
— Isn't Rei a problem? — Still feeling that her soul was leaving her body, Kirari took a step back and Sayaka was able to breathe again.
— Problems? Shaking her head Kirari finally sits down behind the desk. — I would say fun.— She then reaches for her cup taking the first sip. - Just perfect as always. — Said over the tea which makes Sayaka feel blushing, obviously it was perfect, as it was the least that Kirari deserved, excellence and perfection.
— Rin Obami-sama and Terano Totobami-sama keep advancing in the number of votes, I should do something to...— A hand raised to the interrupted announcer, that's enough for Igarashi to wait.
— Have I told you how beautiful nature is when it destroys itself? — she questions with eyes turned to the weather outside.
This simple action makes this the first time that Sayaka put herself to notice time. She busied herself with thinking about actions, tasks, plans, ways to be useful to Kirari that trivial things like stopping and watching the time didn't seem important. Yet she did, as predicted a sunny day wouldn't draw Momobami's attention, now an incredibly dark day due to the dark clouds taking over the sky, with thunder echoing in the background all the time and an imminent possibility of storm coming thanks the violent wind that made the trees dance was the perfect kind of day for Kirari to contemplate.
— Would you like to join me, Sakaya-San? — Kirari asked, placing her hand gently in the free space beside her on the sofa, not taking her eyes off the window.
There is a moment that Sayaka really starts to think about it. She would be cheeky if she accepted the invitation, or would she be disrespectful in denying it. If she accepted, she would be sharing a moment with her beloved Kaicho, both alone watching the weather outside enjoying the silence, hot tea and each other's company. But a moment that Sayaka would treasure in her heart, it was an honor that she was invited by Momobami and wondered how many other people had this privilege, she was tempted to accept.
— Ara-Ara, don't think so much, come, you're missing a great show. — Kirari calls again with two light taps on the seat.
— Of course, I'm sorry. — Sayaka steps beside her and then discreetly casts a furtive look at the woman beside her.
Kirari was sitting upright with her legs crossed, holding the saucer gently in her left hand, with her right she held the cup that she occasionally took to her mouth, delighting in the taste of the hot liquid that flowed down her throat. His eyes were fixed on the sky outside, with some of the light coming in directly in a straight line and his head was tilted to his right, his entire face line and even his left eye, dimly lit by the light, seemed to glow by themselves. , her skin was as white or whiter than the snow, but there was a kind of heat emanating there, specifically in her eyes, they burned in a blue hue, almost piercing Sayaka's skin even without being directed directly at her.
Sayaka had to hold back a sigh, from head to toe Kirari Momobami was the most beautiful woman she'd ever had the pleasure of contemplating. That thought made her smile, she felt lucky to live in the same world where Kaicho existed. Her love for the woman was no secret to anyone, even if she feared it, not even Kirari herself, yet she could tell anyone in their right mind would agree with her and that would be her argument if questioned. Who was crazy not to fall in love with this woman?
— We are looking at the time why? — she even though she knew that questioning something like that was silly.
After all, she was tired of knowing that not everything needs to have a reason. Kirari didn't plan or think about some things, she did it because she wanted to and that was the only possible answer.
— I'm feeling it, the sea is rough Sayaka-San — the slope silent and the tide receding — I'm afraid we'll all be submerged soon. — Kirari says quietly, keeping her voice velvety.
— Should we prepare? — the secretary asks, trying to act logically on that information, with Kirari everything was so metaphorical and enigmatic, she could be talking about literally anything.
— It's not something we can avoid, it's going to happen and that's what makes it all so amazing.— Her eyes turn to the secretary who is taken aback and can barely disguise her burning cheeks.
— If this has to do with the elections, we must do something, so what do we do? — Sayaka insists, looking away from the saucer on the table.
— We wait.— Kirari sighs now staring at an empty spot before looking back out the window. — We just wait.— she repeats softly to herself being filled with an excitement that did not fit in her chest.
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Sayaka continued with the organization of the room looking to occupy herself while tired of waiting for Kirari — Although she would never admit how much she hated it. — She noticed the door opening only on account of the breeze that invaded the warm room of the Student Council, she looked up at the intriguing masked figure who, just as she opened the door without a single sound being made, she closed it.
Sayaka wondered every time how someone could be so... so silent like that, the girl could literally number twice she made some noise, the first when she clicked the pen cap to start her work, and the second when... .not that era...it wasn't...well Sayaka wasn't sure now who said goodbye to her on the school's helipad. When she thought she heard the Vice President it was about Kirari being Dealer for the official bet between Yumeko-San and Kaede-Sama.
Nothing passed by Sayaka, not even the silence of the President's left arm, as Igarashi was sure it was the right one. It was confusing to imagine that the silent almost ghostly figure had any influence on the Council, even in elections and any other school activity as he never saw her stand up, talk about, manifest any kind of power whatsoever, obviously her position was inferior to Kirari, but was still superior to any other student at the school.
Sayaka found herself thinking if it wasn't for Kirari to intervene in the bet, Kaede could have won, since the Vice President wouldn't oppose him, at least she thought so, she wasn't sure. Still about the presidency she also thought that she had some hidden skill in games, if she was in the vice presidency it was obvious that she knew how to play and if she was the vice president she played well, is that as well as Kirari?! Digressing about it she shook her head, she never witnessed the fact, nor could she say whether or not she should be bothered by the way the masked intruder appeared to be like a cloud, which only appeared when prompted by the greater forces, played its role and then it disappeared without a trace, when I came back it was to do it all over again, it only served to replace Kirari when I was away in meetings and filling out papers, whether building life plans and naming people, or school bureaucracies to record activities and the like .
Noticing that the masked woman had already sat down at the table at the other end of the room to pull a pile of life plans for herself, Sayaka noted that she had been thinking too much about that strange figure, perhaps because her Kaicho trusted her, they were close, but how close next? This train of thought turned the secretary's mind into a mess, wild thoughts ran through her head, both were always together, arrived together, departed together and seemed to share a silent conversation of mutual understanding.
Bitterness hit the young woman who was now unable to divert attention from the Vice President, what was she from her Kaicho? Why did they always come and go together? Why did she never ask Kirari about this? Or why should you care? Watching the mask, something even more disturbing crossed her mind, and if she had to wear the mask because she lost a bet with Kirari, if she was the former president and embarrassed she decided to hide? Or what would Sayaka see if that mask were torn off? Was it a deformity, such a hideous scar, or lack of something? One eye? How Midari?
Totally distracted by these dark thoughts, she didn't notice that the figure was no longer in place. The secretary abruptly got up from her seat looking around and what she saw was the figure standing in front of the window like a statue. Sayaka watched her there waiting for some speech, or action, but there was nothing there, just silence. This was the girl who didn't speak, what was she thinking at that moment? Would she have a home, a family, friends? What was she like outside of school? The secretary would like to get the answers, not that she minded, but knowing what was going on there would certainly bring her some kind of personal satisfaction, which would feed her curiosity, after all she imagined that she was not the only one who thought the same about the Vice president.
No more than that, this was one of the rare moments that Sayaka could have said that she would have slightly confused if she entered the room and found the figure with her back to the entrance, the posture, the hair coloring even the height, it was like being looking at Kirari, but the difference she would notice is either in the uniform, or the loose gray hair falling down her back in a spectacular way, she admitted, or in the restlessness of Kaicho's soul, different from that neutral energy on the Vice-President's body — By God , she was so empty, even her personality.—.
The secretary averted her eyes quickly as she moved and sat back down behind the desk to resume her work and that was enough for Igarashi to stop thinking about it and focus on his own pile of materials to be corrected, that was a subject she didn't want to think about and had no reason to, soon her focus returned to her task and nothing else mattered.
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A loud, strong, deep bang awakens the legitimate resident. Ririka blinks, her eyes get used to the light in the room, to the sound, it was the sea, she didn't have to look to know, but she could still have his daze in front of her in a vast blue immensity. The wind making some strands whip her face makes her advance fully, she was on a cliff, it wasn't raining, but the wind was strong, the black clouds in the sky denounced the storm on its way, the girl advances noticing that she was close to the precipice, looking down noticed the fury of the higher and higher waves crashing against the rocks, even splashing where she was, it was an extremely high height, Ririka takes a step back fearing she would trip, she was five steps from the precipice and five steps were not that far away .
She could hear the sound perfectly, she could smell and taste the sea salt, she could feel the temperature of the water below her on her skin, she was aware of every action going on around her as if it were part of it, whether it was thunder and lightning cutting through. sky, whether it was the churning waves or the wind covering her, she was just part of it.
Backing away again she turned noticing what was around her, some trees, tall grass over her bare feet and in front of her nothing but a lighthouse, a huge lighthouse that reached the sky, but its top was not visible due to the quantity. of black clouds covering it, it doesn't see the light comes on. She walked all over the place maybe for hours at a time, until she realized she was on an island in the middle of the ocean, with no trace of civilization or anything around, it took her a moment longer to realize she was trapped and a few more. minutes to understand what she had to do, swimming was not the solution, as the violent waves would finish her before she even tried to move, and there was nowhere to go swimming either, she would end up drowning, now she was sitting tired from looking for anything until looking at the lighthouse and understanding the math, the lighthouse was the answer, if it was off how could sailors see the island, how someone would come to their rescue, it would be invisible, ready for the make them move away or, worse, collide with it.
Ririka moves towards the door, she had to turn it on, it was just what she wanted and that makes her run to the wooden door, it didn't look new, but it offered incredible resistance when her hands land on the lock and she tries to pull it, but she doesn't move, the girl tries again realizing she was locked in, then forces again to no avail.
Sullenly she stares at the building and turns her gaze around, there should be another door, she touches the building realizing how it looked made of concrete, but when she touches it she feels the material come apart between her fingers like a splinter coming out, generating a small powder in your hand. Although curious about it, she keeps advancing noticing that she was spinning around the place noticing how suddenly it looked like it wasn't leaving the place, either because the building looks the same at each end or because it doesn't seem to have another entrance.
Ririka then backs away tI couldn't face where I was, that I was startled when I noticed that I hadn't even left my place, I was facing the place where there should be a door, but there was no trace of it, it had disappeared, with the shock of girl was moving away and away when she realized she could never get out of there almost making the mistake of falling, in fact she stopped at the right moment, she was one step away from falling, but instead she backed away, facing the lighthouse, she had to enter.
Another bang, the girl opened her eyes and was faced with a wooden ceiling. She needed to breathe and inhale until she could catch her regular breath, but that was far from it, due to how fast her heart was beating and her air didn't seem to enter. Ririka sat up noticing the puddle around her she was soaked, ran her hand over her forehead where her hair was sticking, it was sweat, she then faced the darkness of her room watching the beam that briefly illuminated it and stood facing the window as a way to distract yourself and catch your breath.
She had had that dream once more, the lighthouse.
Had it been two, was it three nights, that this had occurred to him? She didn't know, but that frequency made the girl's nights a real hell, she couldn't sleep a wink anymore and often spent the night awake staring at an empty spot looking for answers to the problems in her dreams she was often having, one more difficult than the other as if they were riddles, but this one, this one annoyed in an uncharacteristic way, and she wanted to know why.
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