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Mao seated herself at her neat desk that stood underneath her bedroom window. She took out her favourite black ink pen- the one that Tsubaki gave her on the first day they met- and started writing as neatly as possible.
February 27th, 9.17 am
Tsubaki,
You must have a good reason why you left. Please come back. Your subclass- and I- miss you.
Please.
She stopped writing at that point and stared out the window in a daze.
She couldn't even possibly begin to express herself with words. Tsubaki did that to her. He made her feel special, feel loved, feel warm. Mao only wished that she could of been there for Tsubaki when he needed someone the most.
Neatly, she folded the small letter and tucked it away in the previously empty box.
She couldn't continue writing in this dream-like state.
"Tsubaki, just please come home."