Aug 29, 2011 07:04
[This is not the Tsukino Usagi most people see. There's no bright smile, no flailing or laughing, not even that desparate bid to make the best of things.
There's just quiet.
She's on a rusted old swing set in some overgrown park area, stepping back and forth with the swing but not actually lifting her feet and swinging. A pearl-colored kitten, working on growing into a cat, plays idly nearby but Usagi's head stays bowed and she pays it little attention. She sighs softly and finally glances up to the sky.
How is she supposed to be cheerful and face yet another dear friend gone?]