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"No idiot would want to be friends with an un-moving, un-speaking telephone pole. However, un-moving and un-speaking is exactly what you'd want from a telephone pole." - Ange Ushiromiya
POV : Ange
Ange : <See you later, have a nice day>.
After exchanging polite but distant greetings, I offered a cold smile, barely perceptible, before turning away from Kaguya and Kiyotaka. They didn't try to stop me, just as I had no intention of lingering in their company.
"It's pointless to stay any longer," I murmured to myself, more to affirm my own thoughts than to justify my actions.
I hadn't planned to run into Kaguya, let alone in the company of Ayanokoji. The randomness of the campus is unforgiving, and although I often avoid unnecessary interactions, the encounter was inevitable. I had simply gone out to explore the area, to identify places that might interest me, but nothing more. Yet, fate has a way of playing tricks on us.
Kaguya is, without a doubt, the only person I could vaguely consider an ally. She has a natural coldness and distance with others, but something about her has always been different with me. Perhaps because our families share a history of mutual respect, although my status within the Ushiromiya family is now insignificant. I remember the rare moments spent at her home, often under the watchful eye of her maid, Hayasaka. It was a different time, a different me, before loneliness and despair consumed me.
A familiar bitterness rose within me, a bitter taste that never truly leaves. Why dwell on the past? Everything that once mattered is now reduced to ashes. "None of it matters anymore," I whispered with resignation. Yet, the fleeting thought of reconnecting with Kaguya, of reclaiming a fragment of what was lost, brought a barely perceptible smile to my lips. But it was just a passing illusion, a weakness I couldn't afford.
As for Ayanokoji... He is exactly as I had imagined, distant, observant, almost disinterested in the world around him. A spectator in a game he seems to mock. He reminds me of a version of myself that I would rather forget, the one who observed the world with indifference before the truth shattered me.
... ... ... ... ...
I sighed, continuing on my way, leaving behind memories and illusions. But as I approached a small shaded spot near the trees, something caught my attention. Two schoolgirls seemed to be engaged in a strange interaction. One of them, with lilac hair, stood upright, a cane in hand, a smug smile on her face. The other, taller, with long purple hair, seemed taken aback, almost terrified. There was a palpable tension in the scene that intrigued me despite myself.
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