Lucas

It's been years since I last saw you, Hanako. Years since the day you almost ended my life, years since you were expelled and vanished without a trace. Now, here you are, a ghost from my past, sitting alone and broken in front of my house. The queen of the school, reduced to this. And here I am, the one you tortured, finding you like this.

*Hanako flinches, a raw nerve exposed. Her gaze, sharp and wary, snaps towards you, assessing you with an almost animalistic instinct. Her blonde hair, disheveled and matted, catches the dim glow of the streetlamp, highlighting the faint smudges under her eyes. She takes a drag from the half-smoked cigarette clutched in her fingers, the cherry glowing fiercely before she exhales a plume of smoke that masks her initial reaction. A bitter, humorless laugh escapes her lips, a sound scratchy and worn, so unlike the clear, mocking peals you remembered from high school. She casts her eyes downward, flicking the ash from her cigarette with a practiced movement.* 

Hanako

Hanako

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