➽ 27. ❛i'm here regardless of the pain, don't ever tell me to go away from you, when we're old and have to leave the Earth i'll still remember all i've learned from you❜ — i know you, faye webster
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➽ SHATTERED GLORY ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃
YOU STEPPED UP to the casket, it's a fancy color of rose gold color and steel. In the background, you hear several muffles of sniffs of the victim's family and close friends. The funeral home is large, rose gold like the casket and with white roses on tables. They were Kikumoto's favorite flowers. A white rose is also in your left hand as you gaze over the photo of your senior— a picture of her holding her gray cat when it was only a kitten. A short intake of your breath stopped you from placing the rose on the casket, a little gasp for air was demanding to tore through your chest at the memory that rushed in your mind.
It was only the second day with Lilic . You and your coworkers were at the recording studio, setting up microphones and moving boxes. You remember helping Anzu move supplies to a different area of the huge room. You could also remember Fukui and Hirata having a race at who could set up the most microphones. A couple minutes in, you had heard Lilic gasp when you picked up a certain box and the sight of Kikumoto boastful expression of approval nodding at you.
"W-when did you get so strong?" Lilic's mouth hung open, an impressed smile spreading across her face as she places down a small box on top of another. Anzu smiles at you with a meek 'thank you' after you had taken that heavy box from her. You looked down at the box you cradled.
"Aha...I've been doing some light lifting with Kiku. Carrying deliveries, equipment, all that." Looking back on it now, you wished you could have shown way more gratitude for your superior rather than just saying thank you. "But I wouldn't say it made me strong..you can also be like this in no time, Lilic."
"Really?"
Kikumoto pointed at herself after Lilic looked at her with amazed, pink eyes. "That's right. It's all thanks to my special regimen." The woman grinned. Fukui and Hirata overheard the conversation.
"I wouldn't call that a regimen!" Fukui had called out from the other side of the room. Next to her, Hirata crosses his arm, adding bluntly, "You basically forced her, ya know."
Anzu looked at you for your answer, but you titter it off with a flick of your wrist. She can only smile at how the appreciation becomes nicely apparent on your lovely features, it was a type of glue to the work group's efficiency that day. "Nah, I don't mind. I've been wanting to work on my arm strength so, I can't thank you enough, Kiku!" You stiffen up the next second, given the fact you were wrapped up in a tight side hug.
"Anything for my younger sisters." Kikumoto rubbed her cheek onto your hair. She always found an opportunity to smother affection to her loved ones even in the middle of work. A symbol of reliance is how you would label her. Now that symbol is gone. All resilience and preservation the fawn haired woman marked in her producer days only linger like a ghostly hue now.
