"Who is Yashiro Nene?" Amane's voice draws Nene out of her daze.
If Nene had a heart, it would have dropped at this moment. Her ruby eyes were wide, unmoving, as she heard her own name come out of Amane's mouth.
"I keep feeling like I know someone named Yashiro... I heard it one day. I'm not sure where. I thought maybe you might...?" Amane trailed off and glanced over at her through the mirror; his hand stopped when he noticed her expression.
"Hanako-san?" Amane turns around to face her, leaving the cloth he was holding in the sink.
Tears filled her eyes as she looked at him.
"Ah.." She tried to speak, but her body didn't cooperate with her.
It shouldn't have bothered her, but hearing him say that name forced all the emotions she hid away to resurface.
Amane frowned, taking her hand and holding it.
"Hanako-san," Amane starts, watching her try to recompose herself,
She just shakes her head, using her free hand to wipe the tears in her eyes.
Just how long had it been since she heard him say her name?
Her head dropped, staring at the ground. Contemplating if she should let him know.
"Forget you heard that name." Nene's voice is firm, "I don't know where you heard it, but that girl is long dead,"
"Sorry, I just heard it from somewhere," His voice softened to almost a whisper as he rubbed his thumb over the top of her hand, "I didn't mean to make you upset,"
"Just forget you ever heard it." she whispered, leaning into his hand, "Please, Amane-kun..."
