I'm having a lot of Asami feels lately, I just really love her okay.
I can't help it.
Sorry if you're sick of me writing about her.
Because I'm not stopping anytime soon.
So just deal :)

Day #24: Outside
Characters: Asami
Setting: Anytime

7/29/12

Going to the countryside had always been one of Asami's favorite things. It was different than being in the greenhouses or the park, and it was completely different from being in the city.

The air was fresh and clean, and it was quiet and peaceful.

She got to run around barefoot, and get dirty, her mother would always make sure to clean her off before bedtime. There were other children there as well, kids who had no idea what the Sato last name meant. These kids weren't afraid to play with her, they pushed her down into the mud and laughed when she did the same to them, chucking dirt at her head. Sometimes she would even spar with some of the more skilled kids, but there was never a winner. It was all in good fun. None of the kids at home would ever play like this, all the girls wanted to do was play dollies, and Asami hated that.

She came home at the end of the day after swimming in the lake or playing in the woods with the other children completely exhausted, but she would go to bed without a fuss because she was eager to wake up the next day and go outside again.

Leaving their country house was always a sad day for her, especially because they didn't come out often. She would cry and scream and beg to stay a little longer, and her father would always sternly tell her no, while her mother would shush her and tell her that they would be back soon.

Then after her mother was killed, they never went back. Asami guessed that her father didn't have it in him to return to a place that held so many memories of her mother, laughing and smiling, being so very alive.

Losing her mother was hard enough, but without being able to escape to her countryside retreat, she felt as though she was losing some of her freedom as well. She felt like it was no longer appropriate to run around barefoot in the mud, or consider jumping in a lake a bath.

And as much as she hated being cooped up inside the city, she refrained from complaining to her father, because he was different now too.

I don't even know what I'm writing anymore.
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