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𝒯𝑜 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁

She was staring off to space.

She didn't know why.

It was raining after all, and she hated the sight.

She loved staring off to space but it did her no good.

Whenever her parents asked her what she was doing she grumpily said "deep thoughts"

Yet in reality, her mind was consumed with complete blankness.

She had no memory, which should shape her thoughts.

She only lived a moment, often forgotten if it was a happy one but never if it went slightly wrong.

She looked at the wall beside her, some girls brought her to see something Shukanya wrote.

"I love Ana"

No you don't. You love Ana at the moment. Someone Ana knows.

How can you love someone without an identity.

She twirled her hair, unable to think. Immediately regretting it as it ruined her perfectly straightened hair.

Fake.

The sound echoed in her ears.

Love...huh?

Ana always fell in love. But the thought of a relationship scared her.

To not wear headphones all day, to be wary of someone's mood, to answer every question.

It's impossible.

Her father is like this, it's easy for a man to be like that.

A girl? No.

She was standing in the veranda, she often experienced these moments.

When her head refused to do anything. She might just look at something and don't see it . Not thinking.

But she always was asked what she was thinking about, and it discomforted her.

Must one always think?

Or do something?

Despite of being called special her whole life, she was hardly wary of herself.

She believed what she had was simple pretty privilege.

She was a student who never stood out in her studies, always talkative in class, hated guys and hated back.

Pretty typical.

But she never got bad results.

Yet everyone called her a genius.

Now Shukanya too called her different, special.

Ana was no longer in the veranda.

She was burying herself in pity.

To pity oneself is the greatest crime, and it was often committed by her.

She felt a hard tap on her shoulder, she scrunched.

It was said by Freya. That Ana had a very soft body and touched others very softly, too lovingly. And Ana got annoyed at anyone being rough with her physically .

Ana hadn't paid it any mind but it was confirmed now, yet she won't complain.

Shukanya said things she failed to comprehend and recommend her to return to class first.

She saw her walk away.

Tired, Ana was ready to go back to class. When she felt the violent tap again, Shukanya can teleport, it's official.

She smiled and immediately started talking about herself.

She didn't know how to ask questions after all.

Yet the conversation walked on an erotic topic again.

Conversation with Shukanya always walked that way.

Shukanya noted the absence of the pink clip in her hair , to which Ana responded with her forgetting it.

Though she actually found it mismatched with the rain. Her hair was opened, slightly wavy as the rain ruined the burnt hair.

"I dug my exact same clip out after going home yesterday, and I was thinking about you"

Ana shuddered a little, really? How can you say that? I could never.

"Oh... nice"

"You know, I'd like to say you something"

Ana tilted her head, "sure go on"

She knew what was coming, she saw it miles ago.

"I don't know how to say" she was grabbing the railings, reminding Ana of Suzaku, who held the railings in same manner, after her confession.

"Go on , I won't judge you. You've said me enough to make me immune to it"

She parted her lips to protest, immediately shutting up .

After looking down for a bit,

She kept hesitating as ana observed from the corner of her eyes.

Sebastiano entered the school, his mum and him sharing an umbrella, her escorting him in.

Mama's boy huh? Should've stayed that way.

Shukanya asked her what she was thinking about , she pointed at him. Saying how he was a meme.

She listened and went back to hesitating, finally blurting,

"I like you"

Ana, shrugging her shoulder,

"Well I like you too"