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halfemptyglassesMirai draws in a shaky breath against the cold, against the tightness in her chest. The drifting snow outlines the silhouette in the darkness, which only gets clearer after she takes off her glasses and wipes the blurriness out of her eyes. Her fingers tremble, the arms of the red frames rattling near her ears as she slips them back in place. She resists the urge in her hands to snatch up the brochure and rip it to shreds.
"Yui..."
When she read the heading about the deceased, this isn't how she wanted it.
To be fair, she couldn't think of any good way for this to happen. Hope against hope, she supposes. She steps closer, reaching a hand out on instinct before drawing back.
"Yui.... Yui, I'm so sorry," Mirai forces through her choked throat.
The dead girl speaks, but her voice is just as distant and distorted as it was at the moment of possession, the last time she was really herself.
Mirai takes a few steps back before her strength gives out and she sinks to her knees. She shudders from trying to contain her sobs, hanging her head and covering her face in her hands.
Yui shouldn't have to look at the face of the person who killed her.
"Yui..."
When she read the heading about the deceased, this isn't how she wanted it.
To be fair, she couldn't think of any good way for this to happen. Hope against hope, she supposes. She steps closer, reaching a hand out on instinct before drawing back.
"Yui.... Yui, I'm so sorry," Mirai forces through her choked throat.
The dead girl speaks, but her voice is just as distant and distorted as it was at the moment of possession, the last time she was really herself.
Mirai takes a few steps back before her strength gives out and she sinks to her knees. She shudders from trying to contain her sobs, hanging her head and covering her face in her hands.
Yui shouldn't have to look at the face of the person who killed her.