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How strange… Soyo thought.
She was used to being alone in the huge penthouse where she and her mother lived. It once felt like no one really lived there at all. And yet, in just a week, Soyo felt like a lot had changed.
Anon had stayed over the past week, citing some family matter.
Soyo reluctantly agreed in exchange for Anon helping her with the chores. And there was nothing overtly changing there. They cleaned, cooked together, and washed the laundry, basic stuff.
However, with Anon gone now, something felt different.
No, it wasn’t like she missed the pink-haired girl already.
Soyo shook her head, sitting on the sofa.
“Aah, Soyorin~ your sofa is cozy. Let’s watch something together~”
Her gaze then fell on the bookshelf.
“You’ve got an interesting collection here. Do you mind if I borrow one?”
“Why? I thought you only read textbooks.” Soyo teased.
“That’s mean. I read novels too. Besides, I want to know what you like.”
Soyo frowned, her cheeks warming at the memory.
She walked to her bedroom, hoping to finally get some rest, only for the emptiness to resonate again when she saw only her bed, and no futon lay on the floor.
“Can’t I really sleep on your bed, Soyorin~?” Anon asked with puppy eyes.
But Soyo was firm.
“No. What did you bring the futon for if you’re only going to sleep on my bed in the end?”
“Eeh~ we’ve got a whole week. Just once, please?”
Soyo sighed. The penthouse now reeks of Anon. Every corner does. And she couldn’t decide if that was comforting or unbearable. And now she was feeling…
She shook her head again, not wanting to give life to the word she was thinking, and acknowledge it.
“But maybe, I should’ve let Anon sleep on the bed with me at least once, after all.”