After all this time, I never thought that we'd be seeing her again. Izayoi Sakuya, the elegant maid. She looked different than before and was carrying a suitcase. Like always, her hair was neatly braided. In conjunction with also looking different, she was also different and seemed to be out of work. Going by her uniform, she was employed at some point and, for some reason, was no longer. She looked a little forlorn and had due reason to be, as it was close to war. She smoothed out her apron and started to walk about. Faintly, I could make out her voice asking the other about Flandre and I. I feel awful, really, as Flandre has passed away about a winter or so ago. I wondered if I'll even have the heart to tell her that Flandre had died. She'd find out, I know, and to withhold the truth would be cruel. After about a few hours, I heard the bell ring to my door that signals someone has come it. I turn my wheelchair and find Sakuya standing right in front of me. By the look on her face, she was fighting back tears and, before she could say a word, I said, "It's been a long time, Saku." She cracked and started to cry before asking about Flandre, to which I responded, "I'm sorry, Sakuya, Flandre has passed two winters ago." I was in tears after that, knowing we both have lost so much. The Perfect and Elegant Maid and I, The Unmoving Great Library, are both less than our former selves. We threw our arms around each other and sobbed in a each others arms.

The next hour, we were sitting in the dark, listening to the rain, and sipping tea in silence.


"WARNING! The nuclear strikes will be happening in less than five minutes, take cover immediately, do not leave your homes, and stay away from windows and doors!"