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Sometimes, at night, when she can't sleep, she looks at it. It's just a photo of her grandmother, and she doesn't exactly know why. She's sure, however, it doesn't have anything to do with what Risa told her, doesn't have anything to do with how Dark loved her grandmother, because she's with Daisuke, and she's happy.
She sits at her desk, and just looks at it. Her grandmother did look like her twin, she thinks, ignoring the strange emotion coursing through her veins. She was not jealous, why should she be? That mad was just a thief and a pervert, and nothing more.
And before she realizes it, she's caught up in a memory--lips, pressed against hers, stealing her first kiss. A black feather drifting down as the breeze hits her face,
And now tears are sliding down her cheeks without her consent, and she wonders why she's crying. It wasn't as though she missed that pervert, she had hated him, and always will.
Then she's satisfied with that explanation, but only for a moment--her shield breaks, and she's now bared open to the world.
She wanted him back, wanted more then a memory of his kiss, wanted to be held in his arms, not Daisuke's, not anymore. And she aches for him until morning comes, and Risa awakes.
The shield is there as if it never broke, and she leaves the photo on the desk, waiting for her return.