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SAYA ──────────── ' burnt bowls and assholes '
— SAYA WOULD BE LYING IF she said she didn't miss walking the streets of Brisbane— far away from her mother, and even further away from her father. The familiar atmosphere of the city brought her a sense of comfort she had been desperately longing for during her week away.
The train ride back took longer than expected (courtesy of the constant construction in the area), so by the the time Saya had reached her designated stop, it was already approaching midnight. She took her time walking home, trying to familiarize herself with all the nooks and crannies of Brisbane that she had forgotten about.
Saya wasn't sure exactly where she was walking, but she knew it was the right way. The darkened horizon in the distance was the same one she saw every night from her room, so she had to at least be sort of on the right path.
After spending a week trying to force a conversation with her mother, it was refreshing for the girl to be able to have some undisturbed time to herself.
It took around seven minutes for Saya to start recognizing her surroundings and realizing where she was. The sight of her house just down the street made her huff out a relieved sigh before lightly picking up her pace.
Another person was a little ahead of her, walking in the opposite direction on the same side of the sidewalk. Saya moved closer to the road as she walked so that the other individual could pass by with ease.
As they got closer, allowing them to see finer details of each other's clothing and silhouettes, the serenity Saya had been feeling was slowly ripped away from her. She (unfortunately) knew that silky hair and those black pumps all too well. As the light from the street lamps shone on their necklace, making the gold jewelry glimmer as if they were in a cartoon, Saya ducked her head down so she wouldn't be recognized too.
Saya wondered why the hell Luna would be out this late— but then she remembered that she too was out this late, and ignored the question.
"Saya?"
Despite her efforts (which too be completely honest, were so bad that it would embarrassing to believe it would have worked), Luna had made out the girl's bright hair through her hood and immediately known it was Saya.
She stopped in her tracks, and as much as she tried to forced herself to continue walking, she still turned around to face Luna.
She looked the same as she had the last time Saya spoke to her— she still towered a good few inches over the blonde, her makeup continued to be pristine despite the late hour, lightly curled dark brown hair sat delicately on her shoulders— not a single split end in sight—, her lips were still shaded a dark pink and defined, and her eyelashes still touched her brow bone. The only difference in Luna's appearance was her eyes— her lashes were still fluffy and full, her eyeliner was pigmented and hadn't smudged at all, but there was a significant difference in them; Dark colours decorated the area right below Luna's waterline, her eyelids rested lower on her eyes than usual, and something resembling sadness swam through them. She looked forlorn. For a split second, Saya almost pitied her.
