"Yeah!" Gon piped up. "Like, what's your favorite food?"
"Color?" inquired Leorio.
"Number?" Asked Kurapika.
"Tell me everything... Yumi."
|::|
The girl hesitated.
Could she really do it?
Drop her identity, start anew?
Erase Gloves.
Be known as Yumi...
|::|
Yumi...
Yumi wouldn't be a murder.
She wouldn't be a freak.
She wouldn't be a monster.
She would be...
A friend.
A girl that could smile,
Someone that people trust.
Who wasn't stared at with disgust;
Hatred;
Fear.
Yes.
Gloves would be no more.
Yumi is back...
And she would never be Gloves again.
Yet...
Fate is a cruel mistress.
And this world is a dreadful place.