[ She swings her arms over her head, wearing a paper thin, melancholic smile. Inaba knows all too well that bringing it up would make people curious, but it's not as if she's hiding that one fact. It's not a secret. ]
My boyfriend's not here, after all. Nobody from my world is. [ The words that come from the girl's lips seem as if she's forcing them out, pain hidden very well, but evident enough by the way she says it. As if it's been too long. Way too long. And it really has. ]
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[ She swings her arms over her head, wearing a paper thin, melancholic smile. Inaba knows all too well that bringing it up would make people curious, but it's not as if she's hiding that one fact. It's not a secret. ]
My boyfriend's not here, after all. Nobody from my world is. [ The words that come from the girl's lips seem as if she's forcing them out, pain hidden very well, but evident enough by the way she says it. As if it's been too long. Way too long. And it really has. ]