Trotting down this very same path soon became almost routine for the young girl. A step taken into what always feels like the unknown, a breath released, courage mustered as another attempted was about to be made. As much as this island strove to emulate normalcy, nothing could conceal the gloomy atmosphere it seemed to uphold.
Being so lost in thought, she hadn’t noticed the person in her direct path. Hitting them with a bang, she ended up on the ground before she knew it. Eyes dragged downward as her pink hued gaze focused on dainty hands as they laid upon her lap. Completely embarrassed, the young girl began to speak.
❝ I-I’m sorry for running into you! ❞ stammered Mary, hopping up from the ground and smoothing out her dress.
❝ I-I should have been paying attention. I’m sorry! ❞
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Flurry of cries are expected, and given with a displaced nod unattached and disembodied, as if it’s an afterthought. She, in truth, doesn’t hear them. How can she? A mute-deaf of years past, she observes body-language and normal responses, not sounds. Thus, though rude it may be, girl merely continues search for notebook and writing utensil scattered to the far reaches of path.
Notebook may have been easy to locate, but pen was a different matter. Times such as these, it was wished that it wasn’t so very tiny and easy to misplace. Hands scour the floor while eyes look dutifully onwards, but, alas, to no avail.
An eye for an eye? That saying is foreign to her. It sounds vaguely threatening; was it really so much trouble to share information about herself?
She regrets asking, now.
“Ah, uh…” Should she apologize? She can’t think of much else to say. “M-my condolences.”
Pointed ears twitch forward twice, signifying that despite her worry for Hana, she’s still rather curious. Damn this involuntary body language!
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❝ …It’s fine, nothing to be done about it now, anyways. ❞
Of course, her hesitance could clearly be heard in her ever so soft tone. An apology? She was hardly used to those. No need to apologize to someone like her, after all, it didn’t matter. All the same, she appreciated that someone had the tact-
❝ Besides it’s…nice, I guess, to share these things…it doesn’t feel so lonely. ❞
