@nevernumber4 / cont. from x.
ㅤ ㅤ Sometimes she didn't feel comfortable in her own skin. In the alley, where absolutely everything was just a shadow of what it once was, seemed just natural to adapt to the environment. A true matter of survival, if the term was still applicable. However, when the first people came and she felt their vital signs for the first time in fifteen years things changed. Something didn't fit, it was out of place... Against the natural order of things. The moment she had been waiting for came, her killer paid for his crimes with his own life and was gone, but she stayed. Against all odds, knowing that the golden gates of Heaven were now open to her, Reimi turned her back on it and ran away. If before it was the desire for justice, now something more beautiful tied her to the earthly plane — love for her new friends, for the possibilities that still existed despite everything, for life itself. A little bit of selfishness too if she was completely honest with herself, but maybe fate owed it to her. Offer a few years to enjoy life after having taken it so prematurely.
ㅤ ㅤ Soon, she didn't expect people to accept her so easily. Her very presence was capable of arousing fear or causing terror, turning panic into anger and causing some attack against her. Shaking others' religious belief was also an uncomfortable possibility, so she must to give it some time. First discover the path to the hearts of others and pave the way little by little, to the point where her true nature no longer matters. Sometimes it was surprisingly easy, sometimes there were almost insurmountable obstacles. Choosing to sit next to him, even without a word, was like another step forward. He didn't make a point of hiding his opinion about her presence there, or was simply incapable of it — but Reimi was grateful in a way. The bitterest truth was always better than the sweetest lie after all. Aware that Mista didn't feel comfortable looking at her, she didn't do it either. Face turned to the front, enjoying the always beautiful landscape of Naples, feeling the sun warmthess kissing her pale skin and the wind blowing through her pink air... Everything she did at first.
ㅤ ㅤ A shadow of a smile fell on her lips at that simple greeting, Mista's embarrassment was almost palpable, visible in the air between them. ❝ Sorry, I didn’t see you are reading. ❞ She said, bravely resisting the temptation to peek at the book cover in his hands. Perhaps, with a little luck, he would talk about it... Trying to avoid an awkward silence. Any and all attempts were valid in her eyes, even if the intention was not ideal. ❝ Nothing really important to be honest. ❞ Would it be too strange to say she needed company? Even worse, choose his? The last thing Reimi wanted was to let him think it was a kind of provocation, making fun of the intense fear he felt. ❝ I can come back later, if you prefer. ❞ Or not even come back, if that were the case. Perhaps any of the others would not deny this to her, although the levels of intimacy varied. But it didn't matter, none of them would be lost until she ran out of options, and the man beside her was no exception. ❝ Or just stay here in silence, if you allow me. ❞ Despite loving a good talk, she would do it for him — or more, just to prove her honesty. Even if they were unable to be friends, they needed to get on good terms. If it weren't possible, well... Not a single plan in mind, just the certainty that respecting him was the right thing to do.
