Fragment 28
When he got back, she was a beautiful mess. Her makeup was running, the whites of her eyes had turned a splotchy shade of pink, and her hair was loose and messy. If possible, the rings under her eyes had become even more pronounced, and he wondered how long it had been since the last time she had slept. "Are you okay?"
"I don't know," she murmured, head half-bowed. She wrung her hands and glanced up at him awkwardly. "But...I will be. I think."
"We don't have to talk about it yet if you aren't ready."
"No." Her tone was weak but steady. "No, you need to know."
He handed her the bottle of tea, and she took a big sip and a deep breath before starting to speak. "There was a little girl who lived in Tokyo. She had a little boy for her best friend, and they were very happy. But they did not realize it until that happiness was gone..."
