Avoiding everyone has been impossible since the very beginning, guarding herself indoors could only make her feel more sick as time flows-- is it truly for her safety? Regret is a sentiment that continues to assault her, little can be done in sake to prevent her own heart from rotting furthermore. She doesn't announce herself appropiately, head lowered whilst pair of crimson hues feel unworthy of facing that persistent classmate of hers' ...
Moriyama Shiemi, always so annoyingly positive and eager... Kamiki could have trusted her yet decided not to.
"I guess it comes to this... I didn't think it would be that bad. Don't think you'll hear this from me again, though." Now aware of how wrong her judgment has been, throat is cleared and ready to speak clearly despite she continues to face the ground.
"...I'm sorry. "










