that evening, akeno had not returned to the fukushima household.
although she had a tendency to be rebellious, the obedient girl had never left home without informing her family beforehand.
her cell was available, yet she would not answer call
after call
after call.
her mother wanted the police.
her father wished to preserve his honor.
her sister was blocking it all out under the guise that she ceased to love her blood and flesh.
they had noticed nothing wrong, yet she was gone.
preferably not for good.
blind to the lamentation of her given salvation, akeno had escaped those which she had called chains, callously abandoning the foundation of humanity and decency she had built in her peaceful world.
if peace be stagnant and had abhorrently failed to acquiesce her self-indulgent imaginings, then peace shall be no more in a life that had never been one at all.
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ｎｉｃｈｉｙｏｕｂｉ「日曜日」
General Fictionˢᵘⁿᵈᵃʸ ⁱˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵉᵍⁱⁿⁿⁱⁿᵍ ᵒᶠ ᵃⁿᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ʷᵉᵉᵏ、 ᵃⁿᵈ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʷᵉᵉᵏˢ ᶜᵃⁿ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗ ᵃⁿᵉʷ、 ˢᵒ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵘᵐᵃⁿ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ˡⁱᵛᵉ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ⁱᵗˢ ˢᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᵈᵃʸˢ。 ｎｉｃｈｉｙｏｕｂｉ「日曜日」ⁱˢ ᶜᵒᵐᵖᵒˢᵉᵈ ᵒᶠ ᵐᵃⁿʸ ˢᶜᵉⁿᵃʳⁱᵒˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˡⁱᵛⁱⁿᵍ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ。 ᵃʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʷᵃʳᵉ?
