☙█ ▌❝« affectionate meme || @minarai-tantei
SHE WAS NEVER THE ONE FOR NOSTALGIA, after all, such sentiments was nothing more than a liability of her profession. DEADLY and lethal, she embodies the reaper hidden within the masses. an assassin trained from the depths of man’s GREED, in which death can only become a SALVATION to those unwitting in this game of life. and yet, here she remains, standing on the edge of the library, her fingers CAPTIVATED by the colorful bindings of the children’s book. its illustration too BOLD and bright, everything one would expect from a literary device directed at the youth.
it was IRRITATING, really —— for her to have encounter the same book that she’s read hundreds of times. the memory of dozens of children SURROUNDING her, as they tug onto her skirt. their eyes SEARING themselves onto their caretaker visage, desperately clinging onto the words that escapes her tongue. soft and TRANQUIL, it was a version of her that she wanted nothing more to FORGET. for her to have encounter this book again, it HAUNTED her. the words, the lesson, the story, she KNEW it all to well.
lifting her visage, she can only MEET at the detective’s genuine gaze. her back immediately turning away, no doubt carrying the intention of LEAVING right then and there. she didn’t want to involve herself with this again, but the SENTIMENT was growing strong. the weight of the book, no matter how thin, was pulling her into a trance. a memory that was HIDDEN within the depths of her mind, was now RESURFACING again —— and she couldn’t control it. taking a seat onto the table, slender fingers finds themselves onto the edge of the pages once more. a GENTLE sigh finds themselves back to harukawa’s complexion as she RECITED these familiar words again. ❝ once upon a time... ❞
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