Asahina felt as if she was floating on air.
She remembered the horror, the suffocating, heart-clenching, choking fear that infected her body, like poison seeping through one's veins.
She remembered Naegi, sitting next to her, his warmth providing comfort, a small light within the immense, massive darkness, providing hope in this killing game, as he did with the last.
She remembered Kirigiri, strong and confident as always, her beautiful lilac hair and how she kept her composure, even after learning of her capture.
She remembered her worry for Fukawa, Togami and Hagakure, having no ideas of their whereabouts.
She remembered the heavy, prominent bangle resting on her wrist, always threatening her, a constant reminder that poison, or a sleep-inducing drug, could be injected in her bloodstream at any given time.
She remembered the hunch she had, that something would most defiantly go terribly wrong, and sharing her woes with the one who brought light to the dark.
She remembered the drowsiness, slowly tugging her deeper and deeper into a blissful, innocent sleep, and the comforting words Naegi shared with her, helping her sleep with ease.
And finally, she remembered the noble, kind, one-of-a-kind best friend, who never let others' opinions get the best of her. She remembered the passion she felt for her, how she loved every aspect of Sakura Oogami, before slipping into the cold, bittersweet release of of death. They would finally be reunited, once again.
Yes, Asahina truly felt as if she was walking on air.
