"How many members do we have so far?" Sora inquired, her voice steady despite the turmoil swirling within her.
Emo consulted the list in her notebook, her finger tracing the names of their fledgling club. "Well, there's me as your club leader, Erano as the club secretary, Zin, Alvia, Rester, Jetto, Subaru, and now you, Sora," she replied, her voice tinged with a hint of weariness.
***
The echoes of laughter and reminiscence filled the room as the college reunion buzzed with nostalgia. Amidst the sea of familiar faces and fond memories, he couldn't shake the feeling of detachment. It was surreal to think that while his peers relived their school days, he had pursued his academic journey in a different institution.
***
Her friend's inquiry about the event brought her back to the present moment. "I attended my college reunion today," he confessed, the words heavy with a sense of detachment.
"Can't believe we were in different colleges," her friend remarked, prompting a simple acknowledgment from her.
As her friend probed further about the reunion, he struggled to find the right words to describe his experience. "I don't know. All of them... talked about how they missed their school lives," he replied, his voice tinged with a hint of disinterest.
His curiosity turned towards the memories of their own school days. "Do you miss them?" he asked, trying to evoke a sense of nostalgia.
"Haha. No way," came the immediate response, devoid of sentimentality.
The conversation took an unexpected turn as he brought up a familiar name from their past. "What about him? Do you still keep in touch with--"
The abrupt interruption in his sentence caught him off guard. "No," she replied tersely, her voice faltering slightly.
"Why--" he began, only to be met with a chilling revelation.
"Because...he died."
The weight of her words hung in the air, casting a shadow over the conversation. Outside, the sky seemed to mirror the heaviness of the moment as clouds gathered ominously.
A silence settled between them as the reality of loss sank in. She could hear the faint sound of a cough on the other end of the line, a stark reminder of mortality.
"Are you okay?" her friend's voice cut through the silence, filled with concern.
"I think...it is too late," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
With trembling hands, she reached for the window glass, the weight of the conversation pressing down on her. But before she could gather her thoughts, the call disconnected, leaving her alone with her thoughts.
Outside, the rain began to fall, obscuring her vision as she struggled to make sense of the whirlwind of emotions inside her. She wiped away the fog that had formed over her spectacles, her mind racing with unanswered questions.
"Am I next?" she mumbled to herself, the words barely audible over the sound of the rain. But despite the uncertainty looming over her, she remained composed, her lips twisted into a grim smile.
***
April 12th
Yokohama inner districts
In the dimly lit staffroom of the school, two figures stood in tense confrontation. The air was heavy with uncertainty as the man, Ouran Tadashi, spoke with a firmness that brooked no argument.
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Human Trash
Horror[WARNING: DEATH, BLOOD , VIOLENCE, GHORE SCENES] In the shadow of Yokohama lies Dahlila Junior High, a beacon of hope for the underprivileged, offering education without the burden of fees. When Takahashi, the compassionate owner of a local orphanag...
