( the last thing she sees before the school turns is him, with his hand outstretched, trying to catch the mirror. why? getting any closer to it was obviously going to hurt him — she doesn't understand why he seems so adamant to prevent her from smashing them, unless... he knows what happens afterwards.
well, that's really neither here nor there, and she can return to that later — for now, she's faced with an afterimage of him, a still, quiet shadow, looming over her and the scattered mirror shards. she looks down at them, squinting; no matter which angle she tries, they seem to be reflecting something else, entirely, and after a moment of confusion, she kneels down to take a closer look, cradling one in her hands carefully.
a boy, his dark hair tussled by the wind. the moment she sees him with a soccer ball, she has a good inkling of who it might be — his face rounder, stature shorter, obviously younger than the current rokkun. she watches, silently, as his memories flash in the shards; one by one, exploring more of his past, showing her more of him; she's not sure why, but there's a longing feeling wedged in her chest, like she wants to reach for something that's far too distant to ever be caught.
those aren't her memories. this isn't her life. so why does she feel sad for him?
glancing over at the shadowy figure, she pushes herself back up to her feet, grabbing one of the shards and wandering off to search for another. did it show her his memories because his blood had gotten on it, or will any shadow's past be revealed in the mirror? the moment she spots someone, she approaches them carefully, bringing the shard up to their chest, and peering into it curiously. )
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well, that's really neither here nor there, and she can return to that later — for now, she's faced with an afterimage of him, a still, quiet shadow, looming over her and the scattered mirror shards. she looks down at them, squinting; no matter which angle she tries, they seem to be reflecting something else, entirely, and after a moment of confusion, she kneels down to take a closer look, cradling one in her hands carefully.
a boy, his dark hair tussled by the wind. the moment she sees him with a soccer ball, she has a good inkling of who it might be — his face rounder, stature shorter, obviously younger than the current rokkun. she watches, silently, as his memories flash in the shards; one by one, exploring more of his past, showing her more of him; she's not sure why, but there's a longing feeling wedged in her chest, like she wants to reach for something that's far too distant to ever be caught.
those aren't her memories. this isn't her life. so why does she feel sad for him?
glancing over at the shadowy figure, she pushes herself back up to her feet, grabbing one of the shards and wandering off to search for another. did it show her his memories because his blood had gotten on it, or will any shadow's past be revealed in the mirror? the moment she spots someone, she approaches them carefully, bringing the shard up to their chest, and peering into it curiously. )