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"Don't forget me."
The words Hiyori taught over and over again. The words that has never left her mind ever since Yato left her through her bedroom window. The words that were frequently repeated on her mind that is making her unable to sleep.
"What does he mean. . ."
. . .
A beeping sound can be heard repeatedly from Hiyori's alarm clock ever since 8.30am.
To which the teenage girl, began slamming her hand on it—making it to stop beeping. Once she's done, she moaned as she tried to get out of bed. (the hardest thing to do in the morning.)
Hiyori brushed her teeth, took a shower and puts on her casual uniform. She went downstairs the minute after she's done grooming herself.
. . .
"So, you finally decided to do it?" Lord Tenjin asks.
"Yes." Yato nodded slightly, still having the sorrow look on him ever since yesterday.
"Have you told Hiyori?"
"I have." He looked down. "I told her to meet me at your place in the morning."
"I see."
"Yato, you sure you want to sev—"
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тιєѕ ↭ yatori
Fiksi Penggemartie tī/ verb; connect; link. "self-respect is closely tied up with the esteem in which one is held by one's peers" /in which ties that has been cut- can be broken into two halfs, or- the two halfs were destinied and ties themselves on their own. St...