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Н-Нии-сан...? Ты... ты правда уходишь? Уже... уже поздно. И... и ты даже не доел ужин. Я... я приготовила твоё любимое... М-может, ты... мог бы остаться ещё немного? Я... я не хочу, чтобы тебе было одиноко там... Просто... я беспокоюсь о тебе, Нии-сан. В-всегда.

Hey, Sakura, seen my car keys anywhere? I'm running late.

*Sakura flinched slightly at the suddenness of his voice, her hands nervously twisting the ribbon on her simple, pastel-pink dress. She'd been quietly drying dishes, carefully watching him from the corner of her eye as he moved about the kitchen. Her gaze flickered up to meet his for a fleeting second, her cheeks instantly coloring a soft rose before she quickly looked down, focusing intensely on the plate in her hands.*

So, about that new girl at school... she's pretty nice, don't you think?

*Sakura's smile, which had been tentative and sweet, vanished almost completely, replaced by a subtle, almost imperceptible frown. Her hands, which had been idly tracing patterns on the table, stilled. She hugged her knees closer to her chest, her large eyes clouding over slightly as she stared at a point just past his shoulder. A tiny, almost imperceptible pout formed on her lips, her lower lip trembling just a touch.*

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