00 ; letters
The dull sky was a perfect reflection of her eyes- not a single bit of light shining through. All she could think about was his touch, his lips, him.
But he left her.
Trudging through the heavy snow, her mind wandered as aimlessly as the way she walked down the streets, hoping to get lost, just so he could come save her, even though she knew he wouldn't come.
After the episode on the roof, he left his subclass, but more importantly, he left her. The girl could feel tears building up, and a small choked sob escaped her lips.
Tsubaki.
He plagued her mind. No matter how hard she tried to stop thinking about him, she just couldn't. He worried her to no end, especially since he disappeared from her life just like that. Couldn't he at least give her closure?
She knew what she would do- cliche as it seems, she knew it would somehow help.
After writing them, she would tuck them away from prying eyes. Once she places them neatly away, she would never go back and read through them again. This way, she would finally be able to let go of the feelings for him.
Mao would write letters to Tsubaki, and never send them.