She sat in class, her pale fingers gently tapping on the table, a small sigh of impatience. History. All the words seem to fly right by... Anyways, History never really interested her. Her lavender-colored eyes swept over the textbook, not wanting to read it... or answers those mundane questions, for that matter. The purplette picked up a soft lilac mechanical pencil and began to write, forming each letter carefully. The bunny accessory on her pencil bounced... once twice, it was memorizing in a way.

Her eyes looked down at her messy handwriting. Biting her lip, the girl was a bit peeved at the fact that she was unable to write neatly. To write with beautiful curves and curls, twisting and turning gracefully, taking on a mind of its own. But as the eyes scanned over the words she had written her eyes widened just enough to show surprise, or even mild amusement.

"I'm sorry." The girl mouthed, quickly closing it and glancing around. Ah, yes, now she remembered. Yesterday.

21:51 [KamiRisu] I'm ignoring you

21:51 [OrangeTsundere] Don't ignore meeee

21:51 [OrangeTsundere] Nooooo

21:51 [OrangeTsundere] Kaaammmiiiii

21:51 [OrangeTsundere] KAAAAAAAmmmiiiii

21:51 [OrangeTsundere] KKAAAAAAAMMMMMIiiiii

21:52 [OrangeTsundere] KKAAAMMMMMIIIIIIIII

Well, there she went again. A small sigh escaped her lips. One of her online friends... She had shredded her relationship with her so easily. And what for? Her own selfish desires, that was what it was for. A wave of guilt washed over her, threatening to flood her mind. Her mind floated on this subject for a few more minutes, almost seeming to be in a daydream-like trance.

Suddenly a piercing ring cut into your thoughts, signally the last few minutes of the period. So fast? Her eyes darted on her desk. Oh. She had packed up almost unconsciously. Luuucckkyy~

What was next subject?

Wait-

All this chatter-

Oh.

It was last period.

Her pale fingers swept her hair back, the purplette calmly picked up her bag and her few items on her table and walked to her locker. Unlocking it, she looked at her things. Ah, another sigh. How many times was that today? No matter.

The fingers fumbled with a thin sheet of paper that fell out of her binder.

This was her stupid excuse of an apology.

An apology for ripping her friend's heart into two and causing both halves to twist and turn with worry.

"... What a great friend I am." The purplette thought to herself. "Please let her forgive me."

That was a longer ride than she had remembered. Did the train always take so long? Running up the hill to her house, the purplette unlocked the door hastily and shut it, leaning against the door for a while to catch her breath. No, there was no time for that. Locking it and rushing up the stairs, she opened the door to a room, her room, a bang echoing in the house.

Her eyes scanned the room and stopped upon seeing her laptop. The house was completely silent, besides the door still moving from the impact against the wall. Taking a deep breath in and calming herself down, she closed the door and hopped on the bed where the laptop was.

And began typing up the apology.

Her fingers faltered here and there, but that didn't really matter.

As long as it was... sincere.

Right?

Now all there was left was the button. That one button. Send.

And in the first time in her life, Yuzuki Yukari had sent an apology in the form poem to her online friend that went by the name, OrangeTsundere.