#epochisms

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(no longer accepting) 

She couldn’t sleep.

Try as she did, rest evaded her that night. Her footsteps echoed down the sidewalk, hastily tied shoelaces bouncing with each step. Hotaru glanced up at the sky, finding only a black sky splattered with stars. A new moon. Only the glow of the street lights illuminated her path as she walked alone. She shivered as a gust of wind blew by, and tugged her coat closer to herself. A frown tugged at her lips. Maybe she should’ve taken a few extra minutes to change out of her pajamas into something heavier.

But she just needed air so badly. To get out of the house. To get away from the voices. From them—the whispers of the dead. Hotaru didn’t always hear them. They came in ebb and flow. Like how Haruka sensed when the wind was restless or Michiru knowing when the sea was rough. Usually it was a subtle, but tonight they overwhelmed her with howls, killing any chance at a good nights sleep. It was like drowning. She couldn’t hear herself think, much less make out what they were trying to say, if anything at all. So the girl rushed out of the house, and into the cold night just to breathe.

At least she had the silence out here. Hotaru took in a deep breath, and exhaled. She had no destination, trying to clear her head. Even with the quiet night air something felt deeply wrong. Like the night itself had an oppressive feel without the light of the moon. She paused, raising her hands to her face to blow on her red finger tips, trying to warm them with her breath before cramming them in the pockets of her coat. It was then she realized she forgot something very important at home. Her transformation rod. She left it sitting on the end table beside her bed. Already she can imagine her parents scolding her for leaving something so important at home. She bit down on her lip. Maybe she should just go back home, but she hesitates at the idea. Going home didn’t sound too appealing right now, not yet. Even without her transformation rod, she ought to be fine. They lived in peaceful times, didn’t they? Sure, there was the occasional straggler from factions long since bested, but they were few and far between.

“Excuse u I was just trying to do my best.”

ha ha

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“Oh, hi Trunks!”

And then she trips. Into him. Lips pressing sloppily against his.

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