disclm: not mine. ever.
a/n: zomg fast update!11 xD not as depressing, hopefully. a bit..err..bizarre, but w/e. i like it. onwards, dear readers!
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)(Superstitions)(
Asuka sets pen to paper, letting the ink seep through. No words come, and she doesn't try to force them. Perhaps it will be like magic and everything will be perfect (it won't). 'I love you I miss you come home not asking again come home come home.' Ugly words, clumsy, awkward words, and still she uses them. The envelope, slim despite her note, is barren and white, staring at her. She doesn't know where he lives anymore. (they say…)She treads the long, winding path to her mailbox. (if you send a blank envelope, it will find your true love).
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