DATE: 6th JAN 2022
LOCATION: TOKYO
eyes sting with dryness, hair piled loosely atop her head, bare feet padding soundlessly over the wooden floor. her lids had felt heavy and tired for over twenty hours now, and while closing them had given relief, it hadn’t summoned any sleep. there are boxes in the living room, full of things to either be shipped to the new location or home to anya’s residence.
it is when she hears the creaks that she reverses. she knows the sounds kostya makes, knows the cadence of his footfalls. could building staff access the apartment still ? her hand reaches into the doorway of her room, pulling out the ratty secondhand guitar she’d picked up before kostya had returned to the program, fingers curling around the neck tightly as she makes her approach.
❛ .... what’re you doing here ? ❜ /. @aromancva