[Open Log]Moving day
Synopsis: Hikari is moving and the Chosens come to help. But will all of them show up?
Sora grabbed and pulled her long hair into a high pony tail, as it clung onto her shoulders with breaking sweat. She adjusted her tank top strap with her right hand as she reached for another hair band, and rolled it up into a ball, on top of her head.
‘I wanted to try this hairstyle at least once…’
She stuck her tongue out looking into her reflection in the mirror.
She could still see the water drops from her morning routine.
It was ten to ten in the morning, and she bit her lower lip lightly.
The day was cloudy and humid, stressful and sticky like way she felt.
'Though, I don't have any face to show Taichi...'
She thought as she felt painful pang in her chest.
‘And...I wonder if she’s gotten any sleep.’
With a sigh, the older girl wondered about his moving friend.
They had an awkward breakfast, with Sora’s conscience bloated with guilt and responsibility.
She did not dare study Hikari’s expression past week, as they packed away Hikari's belongings systematically, without any exchange.
The silence scared her and worried her at the same time, and any attempts her friend made to soften the mood tormented her.
It was real drag prior to Mimi’s visit.
With a sigh, Sora leaned against the counter and looked straight into her scarlet eyes.
Telling herself again, the thousandth time.
‘Don’t waver Sora. Hikari chan needs this.’
She slapped her cheeks and stepped out of the washroom.
In ten minutes, guests would start arriving.
Looking at the piles of the brown boxes, she wasn’t sure if she was happy that Hikari went out to fetch some drinks with Tailmon.
“Any guest yet?” With a smile, she asked Mimi.
Sora grabbed and pulled her long hair into a high pony tail, as it clung onto her shoulders with breaking sweat. She adjusted her tank top strap with her right hand as she reached for another hair band, and rolled it up into a ball, on top of her head.
‘I wanted to try this hairstyle at least once…’
She stuck her tongue out looking into her reflection in the mirror.
She could still see the water drops from her morning routine.
It was ten to ten in the morning, and she bit her lower lip lightly.
The day was cloudy and humid, stressful and sticky like way she felt.
'Though, I don't have any face to show Taichi...'
She thought as she felt painful pang in her chest.
‘And...I wonder if she’s gotten any sleep.’
With a sigh, the older girl wondered about his moving friend.
They had an awkward breakfast, with Sora’s conscience bloated with guilt and responsibility.
She did not dare study Hikari’s expression past week, as they packed away Hikari's belongings systematically, without any exchange.
The silence scared her and worried her at the same time, and any attempts her friend made to soften the mood tormented her.
It was real drag prior to Mimi’s visit.
With a sigh, Sora leaned against the counter and looked straight into her scarlet eyes.
Telling herself again, the thousandth time.
‘Don’t waver Sora. Hikari chan needs this.’
She slapped her cheeks and stepped out of the washroom.
In ten minutes, guests would start arriving.
Looking at the piles of the brown boxes, she wasn’t sure if she was happy that Hikari went out to fetch some drinks with Tailmon.
“Any guest yet?” With a smile, she asked Mimi.