Alice slowly raised her head at Chizuru's words, and then watched helplessly as the redhead made her exit, her hand wanting to reach out. There was something in Alice's heart that begged the girl to stay, to hold on, to please nor go...
Could she listen? Would she let her go?
"CHIZURU!" Alice called. "Please, I..." but the girl was gone. Alice's hands was outstretched, her heart in her hands, but it seemed inevitable. The girl... wanted a last day with her. She lowered her head, looking at the money left on the table, and with a sweep of her hand, knocked the money off the table.
Currency was useless. She had to find Sora. It's what the girl asked, and she'd honor that, even if there was someone else...
But Alice was tired. The hotel was accessible. She'd go, wash the last of her wounds, continue on. The idea of love was nice, but if it was gone, mission was her only other option.
She'd find Sora.
"I'll miss you," Alice whispered, holding up a hand as if expecting Chizuru to run back to her. She looked at the remains of the funnel cake and grabbed a bit for herself.
Re: Shortly after noon, looking for deep-fried pastries
Could she listen? Would she let her go?
"CHIZURU!" Alice called. "Please, I..." but the girl was gone. Alice's hands was outstretched, her heart in her hands, but it seemed inevitable. The girl... wanted a last day with her. She lowered her head, looking at the money left on the table, and with a sweep of her hand, knocked the money off the table.
Currency was useless. She had to find Sora. It's what the girl asked, and she'd honor that, even if there was someone else...
But Alice was tired. The hotel was accessible. She'd go, wash the last of her wounds, continue on. The idea of love was nice, but if it was gone, mission was her only other option.
She'd find Sora.
"I'll miss you," Alice whispered, holding up a hand as if expecting Chizuru to run back to her. She looked at the remains of the funnel cake and grabbed a bit for herself.
Souvenir...