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Kyouka stared lifelessly at the cobblestone grave in front of her. The rain drenched her red silky kimono, getting her long black navy hair wet. Along, with the grave that’s named: Atsushi Nakajima, her best friend, who ended his life so suddenly. She couldn’t grasp why he killed himself. She didn’t know her friend was that depressed.
She clutched her hands tightly, digging her nails into the palms of her hands, letting blood spill. Dripping slowly onto the ground. She grinded her teeth together; desperately, trying to hold back her tears from the world. She didn’t want the world to know how weak she really was. She wanted to hide away forever. She wanted to hide with Atsushi, in their secret treehouse that they’ve hid.
“Kyouka, dear?” A female voice spoke to the girl. Kyouka slightly moved her gaze away from the grave, looking at the girl's long sock and shoes that went with her uniform.
“What is it?” She weakly asked.
“The President and Rampo are waiting for you. You should really get going now.”
Kyouka stayed silent. Her lips slightly parted. She moved her gaze away from Namoi shoes and looked her straight in the face.
“Does it look like I care?” Kyouka asked, in a bitter tone. Her face was pale, bags underneath her eyes from the lack of sleep. The rain flattened her hair to her face, making her bangs stay down and not stick up per usual.
Namoi stayed silent, nodding her head, and walking back over towards The President and Rampo. Namoi started talking to The President and Rampo about Kyouka's current behavior. The President's grip tightened on his green umbrella. Rampo was sucking on a sucker. Rampo cared for Kyouka. She was his little sister after all.
The President starts walking over towards Kyouka, Rampo walking along with him.
“Kyouka–”
“Shut up.”
“What?” He asked.
“You heard me. Shut up,” she said loudly this time.
The President grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him. “We’re going home. If you stay out here any longer, you’ll be sick.” She shrugged, looking back down at Atsushi's grave.
The President has had enough of Kyouka's behavior. He hit her across the face, like he had once done Rampo, when he was her age. Kyouka stared blankly. She held her cheek and looked up at him. Tears trying not to escape her eyes yet again.
“We’re going home, and that’s final,” he demanded, grabbing her arm with his free hand. And she let him drag her home.
She gave Atsushi's grave one last glance. Remembering precious memories that they once shared together. She heaved one long sigh, trying to hold back tears. She looks back in front of her, keeping her gaze on her feet, and only her feet.
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“You have to get over it, Kyouka.” The President held her shoulders, looking her straight in the eyes. Kyouka saw nothing but Atsushi in The President's eyes. His heterochromia are purple/yellow. Oh, how she would kill to see his beautiful eyes in person, instead of in photos.
The President sighed. He let go of her shoulders, saying, “He’s been gone for five months now. You should be over it somewhat, shouldn’t you?”
She looked down at the ground, not meeting his gaze any longer. “Five months?” She said, trying to contain her anger. She clutched her fist together, digging her nails back into the palms of her hands.
“It doesn’t feel like five months! The pain I have in my heart from his death! You wouldn’t understand. You’ve never lost someone dear to you!”
The President stared at her wide eyed. His breathing hitched. He wasn’t going to fight back with her anymore. He left her room, leaving her to wither away to nothing.
Kyouka looked up and watched him leave.
“He’s not even going to try and comfort me?” Kyouka scoffed in disbelief.
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