Accost Splendora ❷ C-12_115 Under The Peach Tree
Book By Ryan T.S
Chapter 12
Page 115- _ Millennial Resolute_
Sakae..... _It would do you appraised good to let go of any reckless thoughts, for i hold no responsibility to what will happen otherwise._
Her laughing gear blew an air kiss, bowing goodbye with a twirl around. Clicked tongues sprung like chimes released from every itched mouth. From the deadly looking Kisami, freakish dark Keisuke, tight-lipped Takahiro to the horror blemished Merumi, all phantoms of death. But staring deep down, Rin caught remnants of buried fear and sorrow. Each face had a story to tell, but none could bring a word for topic. Cuddling in bedlam, they all moved per the final bell, clutching bags and powerlessly downing the stairs. Heavy feet threw downcast paces, dragged as they were, trudging in unwelcoming peace straight to their worried chauffeurs.
Two girls unwillingly observed cars fly by, patiently in wait for downhearted Asami to start the car. At first she thought of a startup line to lift the stiff atmosphere. But one look at her horror-struck ladies, and a sixth sense alarmed maturity wires, well aware it would be solemn tranquility all the way.
Certainly by then, almost everyone who was acquainted to Haru felt worried, unable to keep the memory of Friday news out. And erasing everyone's mind would take mounds of a miracle, which of course none in her clique were capable of.
Unlike the quaking reality before their view, both heads were hollow. Vacant with but a single thought, What was going to happen next? And frankly, the answer sounded densely repulsive, echoing ear to ear in whispers.
Short minutes past a quiet horizon, Lady Ito braked just outside the Haruno house. Motionless yet in need of little sleep, she hurled herself out the car, lazed stance by her driver's window. A short bow it was, unable to muster gratitude worth of a clear voice. Thankfully Asami wasn't the stuck up type, of which she returned a short bow and "goodnight" before revving off.
Get in, lock the door, scuff feet upstairs, change clothes and sleep. The routine sounded idiotic, but slouchy Rin did the exact fated plan. In mere minutes she was sinking down a dreamy alley, desperately ignoring the endless growling of her stomach. Enough need it did work, causing her to twist around clear white sheets in chaotic nightmares.
The night cried out howls and cricket sounds, both tuning as lullabies to her ears, sadly not the good kind. Even though buried deep in sleep, her cheeks glistened faint water-falls, finessing sheets with troublesome stains.
'The ring of a tearful fate," anyone witnessing the sad girl would've thought. But observing longer as time flew, her wet eyes turned dry. Rather changing for the better, she smiled during one of her feet-rolls. Not because she had finally found the solution, but because a stone-hard resolve gracefully appeared. "To move on!".
To Be Continued.......