An Unhealthy Obsession

epilogue

Notes:

It's time... :'(

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Saturday 1st November 1986 14:36 pm

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Log - Day no. 86

Plan status - complete

Notes:

It's over we did it.

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Sometime in early December 1986

Sakura's bags were packed and she was ready to go. Her large old fashioned trunk lying by her feet as she stood at the side of the road, snow falling fast all about her.

She was leaving home.

Leaving town.

She had handed in her resignation yesterday, and it had been the first time she had voluntarily left a good job, giving in the slip of paper as if it didn't mean anything.

She knew that even a couple weeks ago she would've been horrified at even the thought of that, but now...

Now she didn't really care.

It was time to leave.

Time to get away.

Sakura had ended her last day of work on not such a good note, dropping two plates and spilling the whole bucket of water while trying to wash the floor, resulting in her having to clean it all again.

But it didn't mean anything anymore, she was quitting.

So, as cheerful laughter echoed from behind the door, she scrubbed at the tiles, listening to the once familiar sounds of teenage drama.

It felt like long ago since she was the same age.

When in reality it was only a couple of years.

But for some odd reason Sakura felt far older, like she was detached, separated.

That she was not like you.

So as she stepped out into the main seating area, the pink haired girl momentarily paused next to the table were you three were sat.

Three faces that had become very familiar over the past couple weeks.

You were all talking to each other having what looked like conversation about...dolphins?

Sakura shook her head a smile on her face, as the table burst out into a fit of laughter, even a small chuckle coming from the boy in the black hat, who was pressed up against the window idly watching the traffic pass.

The red head across from him leaned over the table showing some sort of poster to another familiar face, you.

Who burst out into stifled laughter.

Sakura shook her head, sighing, an air of melancholy around her expression.

She couldn't help but feel slightly sad, slightly put down.

And she didn't know why.

She didn't know you.

She didn't know any of you.

Not really anyway.

But nevertheless, a strange nagging sadness sat in her stomach, a lump forming in her throat.

Someone was trying to tell her something.

It was almost nostalgic, surreal really.

Because as she watched your happy faces, smirking over useless gossip.