She didn't want them to remember, she said. Still, Usagi couldn't keep away.
Rei was first. She said nothing when Usagi tripped on loose cobblestones, wasn't even angry. Dying had been less painful.
Minako smiled and Usagi's hopes soared, but it was a stranger's smile. There were no hugs, and Usagi again felt the cold.
Makoto was unrecognizable, all angry glares and unspoken warnings. Usagi didn't dare approach.
Ami was last but had been her first. Ami would see. She walked by without a glance.
If only she'd stopped, Usagi would ask if you could die from a broken heart.