What a disaster of a day this has been. Nier sits in her darkened room, only lit by the gentle glow of her phone's screen as she taps out a short, if selfish, message.
From: Nier To: Misono Mika
>Mika, I have some homemade chocolate that I was not able to deliver today, due to its intended recipient having been >That is to say
She can't bring herself to write it out, so she skips over it.
>Would you like the chocolate? There's nothing wrong with it, I just don't want it around. >On second thought, I will simply bring it to your door, and you may decide what you wish to do with it. If you wish to eat it or simply discard it, either option is fine. I just can't bring myself to make the choice. See you shortly, Nier
With a sigh, she lurches from her bed and grabs the red box from the floor. It's been staring at her for the past few hours, and she wants it gone.
