◣ @kouyousan ✿ ◥

◣ ✿ ◥ She wasn’t really crying over losing a toy rabbit–it upset her, sure, but not to the point of tears. Not on its own, at least. The girl hadn’t slept well the night before (blame bad dreams), so her emotional stability for the day was already low without being reminded of her losses. It’d only been a few months since she lost her parents, since she killed them, and that wound showed no signs of healing. Most days, she could suppress it and put on a brave face. Some days, not quite. But she was getting there.

The embrace wasn’t as comforting as it should’ve been, the motherly touch only salt on an open wound, yet she managed to stop herself from reacting. No more tears fell from her eyes, and she used the fabric of Kouyou’s kimono to wipe away the ones that already had. “Please,” she whispered, unsure how well the woman could hear her, “I’d like to find Haruna.”