Forgotten | | AU | | Closed RP
 Rima's normally smoothed expression hadn't appeared on her face in days now. It had been replaced by a cold, rock-solid jawline and furrowed eyebrows. Her eyes, normally distant and imaginative, seemed darkened by the shadows of her brow line. Her lips were pressed into a hard line, and her confident stature seemed robotic now. Walking with a purpose instead of leisure, she had reentered the elevator of the hotel.
 Her room was on the 5th floor. She had asked for a simple room with only one bed since she couldn't afford a suite like Senri's now that she had quit in the middle of a very important modeling job. Her agency won't be too thrilled in the morning. For now, at 11:30pm, all she wanted was some peace before the storm.
 As the elevator lifted, she leaned against the side with her suitcases and looked up at the ceiling. Seeing her reflection for the first time in hours, she was surprised at how ugly she looked when she wasn't in control of her own emotions. Nothing had ever been too much for her to handle up until now, and the only person that could bring her back to normal wasn't an option now. He was only a few floors up from her, but still so far away that they might as well be on different planets.
 The elevator doors opened, and she shoved herself off of the wall. Walking down the hallway, she found her room and opened the door before she walked inside.
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 Fake Senri looked at the real Senri in front of him, shaking his head. "You can try to kill me, but you know that it won't fix what has happened. For the rest of your life, you will never see her again, and you'll know that killing me didn't make it any sweeter. The pain always lives on. I have won." he said, switching between all of the mirrors in the room and bathroom. Any reflective surface had his face on it, and his face looked all too smug. "You lose."
