#themeteorstorm

Tomoko leans against the wall of the abandoned building where Kyknos met, absent-mindedly rolling a Fushugi ball over and under her fingers. The wind today is bitter cold, and she pulls up the collar of her jacket to protect her neck from the chill. As she does, she loses her grip on the orb. It rolls down her leg, bounces off the strap on her shoe, and rolls to a stop at the feet of someone else. She recognizes that shoe and those pants.

Tomoko's still kicking herself mentally. Why a letter? Why did she have to do it by a letter?

The truth is, she's a horrible coward. Why else would she stalk Ryusei so much? Why else would she never make her feelings known until they had been separate?

This hurts, but she needs to get over the fear and talk to someone. And there she is now. Hoshiko is directly ahead of her, window-shopping.