[action/written]

[implanta]

Another one gone. It hadn't been that long since the neighbour of the person she went to see went away too, about four months time, really.

The scene was the same: no one living in the room anymore, no clothes strewn around, no messy bed... no Roy. Cloche had gone over with some (kind of terrible-looking) food she had made in a basket, maybe thinking to sit outside for a little while with him.

But when she got there and the door was open already...

The basket dropped to the floor, and Cloche would again sit in the room formerly occupied by someone dear to her and cry.

[action]
[After gathering up the food that had spilled in front of Roy's old room in CH4, Cloche might be seen zombie-walking back to her room in CH5, loosely holding a basket full of food. It definitely doesn't look all that great now. To anyone who looks closely, Cloche's eyes are red and puffy, and she's prone to bursts of tears.]



[Written]
[After some time in her room, she'll finally muster up the ability to write something. Speaking about it is too hard right now.]

Roy has gone home to Falena.

[And after a pause in writing:]
If you were in his drama group, and would still like to be, please let me know. I'll try to keep it up as long as I can.

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[rashness]

'Cus what's to be sad about! It's what they want- what everyone wants! Yeah, it's lonely before you talk with more people and-

[Happened Tomorrow...]

-And I'm no good at this either, you know?! I've not had friends 'til very recently! 'Til I got the classmates at the cram school! [...] But I don't think friends are something you oughta be down about because of some stupid made up curse!

[...And now he notices that he's lifted her by the neck off her feet. It's so easy. He's strong and she's... fragile. He lets go, steps back apologetically. He's projecting]