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⌠ 1 ⌡

The courtyard is empty

nowadays.


Broken sticks strewn

on wet grass.

Crushed leaves.


The sun hides behind

a curtain of clouds.


Mud seeps into my shoes

as I walk towards the tree.


A hand reaches out.

My hand.

Damp bark,

soft like wet leather.

Droplets form on my fingertips.

I wipe off

on my jacket.


My mouth moves.

But nothing comes.

Just vapor

escaping.


This tree.

My sanctuary.


Even this place.

Taken by the

cold rain.



Now I had nowhere.

Nothing.


Fear tightens

in my chest.



Am I


truly 

alone?






⌠ 2 ⌡

Behind me,

careful footsteps.

As if

avoiding muddy patches.


"Idiot. You'll catch a cold out here."

A voice carries

through

sparse drizzle.

"Come inside. Or I'll be angry."


For a moment,

I think I imagined it.


I turn.


Ai.

Meeting her eyes.

She's the same.

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