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She was so, so tired. Being in a “normal” city might’ve been a blessing in any other context, but Yuuri simply felt exhausted. She was all alone, and no one knew, no one could understand what she was going through, what they’d all been through. How could everyone simply act as if it was okay? Hadn’t they been plucked, needlessly, from their homes, too? Weren’t they terrified, missing their friends and family they’d been ripped away from? She couldn’t understand.
It’s when she sees that back, that gentle frame, that timid walk, that everything feels like it’s collapsing around her.
Megumi Sakura was dead. She’d been dead for so, so long. Suddenly, the thought crosses her mind--had they not been saved? Was this...the afterlife? If she was dead, then, what had happened to her friends? Were they wandering here, too? And, and--
Before she knows it, she’s running towards the timid woman, her teacher, her beloved teacher, who sacrificed herself for her and her friend’s sakes--and she grabs her arm, her grip far, far tighter than it had any right to be.
“Meg--Sakurai-sensei.” She wants to ask a million things, but instead, she just stands there, her eyes wide as she gazes upon the woman’s face.
