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[ It's a weird feeling, deja vu is.
Standing in the doorway of what used to be Rise's room, Naoto staring in at the bareness of it. The bed is neatly made, no fluffy or frilly pillows resting around it, just white sheets and a single pillow. Everything the idol once possessed and stored in this room now gone. Accessories, pictures, books, clothes, you name it, all gone.
It felt as if Luceti just wiped the girl off the face of the earth. Like she was never even here. That every moment Naoto spent with her here was a lie. Much like when Souji left.
Naoto doesn't panic as the reality of the situation sets in nor does she cry. Instead, she closes the door to the unoccupied room quietly, and walks away from it, sitting herself down on the couch while Kuzunoha stays behind and stares at the door sadly, waiting for his playmate to come out and scream at him.
It takes her a good thirty minutes to pick up the journal, but when she does, she almost decides to try a filter, to try and deny what she knows what's really going on, but she resists. What would the point be? She knows it would break. So she pulls out her pen, in fear that her voice may crack if she speaks, and writes: ]
Rise Kujikawa has been sent home. [ ...She stares down at her own message and frowns, the tears finally well up in her eyes. It's going to be so much quieter without Rise around. Without her best friend. ]
Standing in the doorway of what used to be Rise's room, Naoto staring in at the bareness of it. The bed is neatly made, no fluffy or frilly pillows resting around it, just white sheets and a single pillow. Everything the idol once possessed and stored in this room now gone. Accessories, pictures, books, clothes, you name it, all gone.
It felt as if Luceti just wiped the girl off the face of the earth. Like she was never even here. That every moment Naoto spent with her here was a lie. Much like when Souji left.
Naoto doesn't panic as the reality of the situation sets in nor does she cry. Instead, she closes the door to the unoccupied room quietly, and walks away from it, sitting herself down on the couch while Kuzunoha stays behind and stares at the door sadly, waiting for his playmate to come out and scream at him.
It takes her a good thirty minutes to pick up the journal, but when she does, she almost decides to try a filter, to try and deny what she knows what's really going on, but she resists. What would the point be? She knows it would break. So she pulls out her pen, in fear that her voice may crack if she speaks, and writes: ]
Rise Kujikawa has been sent home. [ ...She stares down at her own message and frowns, the tears finally well up in her eyes. It's going to be so much quieter without Rise around. Without her best friend. ]
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