[It's been two months since Hoshi arrived in Hinoto-Ri. If asked, she would probably say that she's settled in — as much as she can be, anyway. Honestly, though, she knows she'll never feel truly at home here, not as long as her friends aren't there beside her. Of course, when she thinks of the friends that could perhaps show up someday, Sora doesn't come to mind. Sora is dead, gone forever, and that loss is a wound that will never heal completely.
And then she slams into the other girl walking down the street and hears her voice, as clear and sweet as it had ever been; and sees her, whole and unharmed and alive. Hoshi feels that wound opening back up, feeling as fresh and terrible as the day Sora had died. The pain washes over her all over again, deep and wrenching, a knife being twisted into her heart.
She opens and closes her mouth, trying to find her words, and only a small, strangled choking sound comes out. She blinks back tears, swallows, and tries again.]
No.
[All she can do is deny. She won't dare get her hopes up, let herself believe that the dead can come back to life here. This is all Philemon or Nyarlathotep or some other sick bastard's doing. A cruel trick, nothing more.]
SCREECHES INTO THE NIGHT i mean hey sup fancy meeting you here
And then she slams into the other girl walking down the street and hears her voice, as clear and sweet as it had ever been; and sees her, whole and unharmed and alive. Hoshi feels that wound opening back up, feeling as fresh and terrible as the day Sora had died. The pain washes over her all over again, deep and wrenching, a knife being twisted into her heart.
She opens and closes her mouth, trying to find her words, and only a small, strangled choking sound comes out. She blinks back tears, swallows, and tries again.]
No.
[All she can do is deny. She won't dare get her hopes up, let herself believe that the dead can come back to life here. This is all Philemon or Nyarlathotep or some other sick bastard's doing. A cruel trick, nothing more.]