She was always alone nowadays, holing up in her apartment for days on end. Sometimes, she looks out the window in a stupor, sometimes, just sitting at the table, sipping coffee like what she was doing now.
She raised her hand against the lone incandescent bulb, remembering how 'she' held her hand.
"I wish..." She shook her head. No use in wishing for the impossible. It has been five years after all.
A knock on the door detroyed her reverie and she languidly faced the door. She was in no mood for visitors at this hour, or any hour. Another knock. Cursing under her breathe, she got up and opened the door tentatively then swung it open when she saw who it was.
"Saya..." She whispered. She reached out to hug the girl drenched in blood but then stopped herself. She remembered how Saya was about personal space especially now that her eyes glowed with scarlet fire. "Saya..."
"It's okay." Saya stepped in the threshold, dropped her sword and opened her arms towards her. Mana relented and rushed into the hug.
"I've missed you." The pent up tears started falling. "I've missed you so, so much."
"I've missed you too." Her eyes changed to its steel gray color as she let a tincture of emotion be felt. "Oh Mana..."
