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Chapter Two
Worlds to Collide
Her hands tingled and twitched for the few last times when the sensation finally fades away. Feeling her muscles relax made her simmer down a bit. She feared that the given warmth wouldn't go away since she wasn't used to it.
"…"
How long ago was it when she had totally forgotten the heat of a human being?
"I should be glad that it's gone." She quietly murmurs while taking a long look at her bare hands.
"Hey, Ice queen," A voice pops in, "you should really stop talking to yourself. Plus, I don't think it's good for your health."
"Fish," The dark-haired teenager coldly shot back, "what made your heart to turn upside down and inside out to give me such caring advice?"
"Something just tells me," The blue-haired girl says with her arms crossed, "that you aren't as you are."
"Pardon me?"
"I mean," Sapphire eyes looked to have glared at the reflection in the mirror, "you were someone else before you came along."
Only silence was given.
Interesting for a creature like you to take notice…
"So tell me," She then questions, "is she still there?"
"Maybe," Those violet pools seemed to only get darker, "maybe not."
"Then whatever you do," The other teenage girl suggests, "don't let her be alone forever or she'll never be able to recognize herself."
Homura decided it was time to take her to leave.
Class was soon to begin.
Before her retreat, she wanted to say her last words before ending this little conversation of theirs.
"I never asked anyone for help." Her words sent heavy chills down the tomboy's spine.
She then began to take a few steps towards the only door.
The blue-eyed girl gulped and quickly stood her ground.
"You know," The walking figure stopped in place, their hand so close to grasp the wooden door's handle, "once she's gone, you'll be nothing more, but a cold heartless monster."
As if on cue, a very small meaningless smile appeared, yet to have vanished when it first started. The hand functioned as it should and took hold of the metal.
"I know, Miki Sayaka."
Homura then left the room of stalls and sinks.
Only to leave Sayaka alone to hear her own words echo.
"She's not going to give up, you know." Even the simplest words sounded so sad. "She even said so to herself."
After every school day, she would directly walk on her path home.
A ball rolled to gently tap against her leg. Purple eyes glanced down to see the circular object and back up to the children that deeply hesitated to go near.
They were afraid of her.
The children would always avoid her…
Homura wondered if she should be grateful that she had only little of her kind heart.
She bends down to pick it up with ease.
The smallest bit of the kind heart won't be there for long.
She slowly approaches them, showing that she wasn't a danger. Most of the children back away, thinking that the taller girl would bite.
She walks until she is before a little girl, whom stood in place.
Homura presents it out for the kid to take. When the child holds out her hands, the teenager doesn't hesitate to drop it into those brave small hands.
The smaller girl gives out a beaming smile and a little childish giggle when she is given a few pats on top of her head for her fearless actions. She didn't seem to even care that the older girl's hands were cold as ice.
"Thanks, Onee-Sama!" She boldly expresses aloud before running off to her waiting friends.
Homura didn't wait to watch the child go. She continued on her way to the house she is to live alone. Her hand clutched upon the cloth that shields her skin from public. Her nails dug themselves into her covered flesh of where her pounding heart should be.
…It hurts…
She walked along the black path. Her footsteps echoing after her as her long and slender fingers trance its tips upon the unknown walls.
These invisible walls obtain the frames of all her memories.
Oh how miserable she was when she was at a young age.
She didn't need anyone's pity to the fact that her own parents ignored her existence.
Could she really call them her parents or let alone, allow them to be called parents?
The adults would simply look away…
Eventually, every hatchling must leave the nest one day, right?
For her, she had to leave the nest by the time she was born.
How fortunate for her to be alive for this wonderful endless night…
She never had the time to act like a reckless child and she never gained any friends nor did she want any.
She had to grow up sooner or later.
So she picked sooner.
In order for that to happen, she must pay off with her childhood.
Before she could afford to lose herself anymore in her deep thoughts, they were cut off by the time when she comes to a sudden stop.
She spots a girl, a pink-haired one to be exact.
How strange…
The dark-haired girl noted that they both were standing upon the border between different worlds.
The amber-eyed girl gives a smile as the violet-eyed girl gives an expressionless face.
"Hello, Homura-Chan!" The familiar voice ringed to the taller girl's ears.
It was strange to hear someone call her by that name.
She was traced by the angelic voice.
It was like as if that she had met this person before.
That was when something clicked together.
Ah, it's her…
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