It's 1 AM where I am right now, and this drifted into my quite empty head. I quite firmly believe that this is a Bad Attempt At Angst, but in my brief bout of sleep-deprived insanity, I shall post it. Aaand I just lost my train of thought after scratching a mosquito bite on my foot, so I'll just say this: criticism is welcome. A random review with a single word of 'good' or 'bad' is welcome. A flame, however, will not - it's hot enough where I am, thank you very much. Now I'll quietly toddle off to bed.
She had placed top in the exams.
Her name was typed and printed out neatly onto the sheet underneath the number 1. Tsukikage Yuri.
She had taken the exams last Thursday - no. Wednesday. It was Tuesday now. Everybody gathered around to see their results, discussing grades with their friends.
Gone.
On Thursday morning, she had helped someone she didn't know become happy. Their father was leaving to work in another country, and they thought it was because their father wanted to get away from them. It had stemmed from a misunderstood conversation between their parents. This sadness was, of course, immediately taken advantage of, and she had, of course, immediately responded.
As Cure Moonlight.
On Thursday afternoon, she had gone to see the owner of the botanical gardens. They had spoken. She had made a decision.
To go to the Pretty Cure Palace.
On Friday morning, Momoka had invited her to go shopping after school to celebrate the end of that term's exams. She had declined. She liked fashion fine, but she had more important things to do.
For the sake of the world.
On Friday afternoon, when her mother greeted her with a "Welcome home!" and asked if she wanted any snacks, she had accepted, as always. She knew how her mother tried to care for her to mask her own feelings of helplessness in the apartment where her father was not, where he had not been for two years.
Since he left to search for the Heart Tree.
On Saturday morning, she had left to fulfill the task she had decided to complete.
With Cologne.
On Saturday afternoon, she came home.
With her world in ruins.
She didn't remember what happened on Sunday.
On Monday morning, she had woken up to find her pillow stained with tears. She had put on her school uniform and picked up her bag. She had gone to school, taken her notes, and held a conversation with Momoka.
On Monday afternoon, she had gone home, accepted her worried mother's offer of snacks and sat down to do her homework.
On Tuesday morning, she had seen her result. Number 1.
On Tuesday afternoon, she returned home to show her result to her mother, who smiled delightedly and praised her. She accepted the praise and the snacks, retreated to her room and studied.
On Tuesday night, lying in her bed and staring at the ceiling, she realized something. This was how she was going to live the rest of her life?
She couldn't find it in her to care.
