(A few months back, Ren has made Ann cry. He still feels terrible about it, watching his friend sob over his incapacity to open up. How he hadn't told her about the horrors he withstood in the interrogation room, how he lets things stirr inside him without a single sound to his friends.
This time, though, it was different. He hadn't chosen to leave, nor did he choose to stay. It just happened as abruptly as the first time, and he's here, dealing with it. His first places to search were the girls' apartments, but none of them were home.
Without a cellphone, all he could do was to walk and search - it was just when he found himself in need to stay here for a while and recenter. When he hears the sweet voice, he pauses immediately, turning to see yet another pair of tearing eyes because of him.
Ren comes closer, holding her hands because he doesn't dare to hug when he's this sweaty.)
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This time, though, it was different. He hadn't chosen to leave, nor did he choose to stay. It just happened as abruptly as the first time, and he's here, dealing with it. His first places to search were the girls' apartments, but none of them were home.
Without a cellphone, all he could do was to walk and search - it was just when he found himself in need to stay here for a while and recenter. When he hears the sweet voice, he pauses immediately, turning to see yet another pair of tearing eyes because of him.
Ren comes closer, holding her hands because he doesn't dare to hug when he's this sweaty.)
It's me. I'm sorry for disappearing, Haru...