[The senshi house seems a bit more empty today. Little touches of things, tiny missing details. A stillness in the air. It's not a workday for Michiru, and just moments ago the softest sound of brush on canvas gave life to this open space.
It's not there anymore though. Nor, for that matter, are there familiar dresses in the upstairs closet, or a
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Michiru!!??
[Slamming the door opened as she tried to catch her breath, she continuously called out to her lover but no answer was returned. Finally making it to the room with the painting, she froze in place. An initial shock and then a gradual blankness painting her face, Haruka approached it and ran her fingers across the canvas. A hesitant chuckle passing her lips, she mumbled to herself as they quivered ( ... )
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