novelization + accel
Surviving was easy. Living was a different story.Â
An island of mutual killing was what Touko Fukawa now called her home. However, she hadn't been forced to attend classes, or forced to interact with anyone at all, and she had begrudgingly loved every minute of it. While she wished that there was someone she could trust, or love, or confide in, it was best to push herself away from the people who could hurt her -- physically or emotionally.Â
Touko's reclusive tendencies had become less of a habit and more of a lifestyle as she continued to grow older. Distancing herself from the source of all her troubles was much easier than facing them, much like holding a finger in a candle flame was much easier than being engulfed in flames. Both options hurt, but it was optimal to choose the lesser hell.
The sky was dark, the air chilling. It was hard to believe that this island of never ending daylight heat could ever make her shiver from cold. Quickly yet silently, Touko opened the door to the library, gently rubbing her arms as she adjusted to the warmth of the building. She didn't stay still for long, however, because what little faces were actually in the room had turned to see who was entering the doorway.
Not wanting to be the center of attention, Touko hurried away to grab a random fiction novel off of a nearby shelf. It didn't matter what it was about. Touko could enjoy reading almost any group of words written on paper, unless they were actually directed toward herself, which she had encountered many times during her years.
Passing by many more tables, most of which empty, she found her favorite secluded corner of the entire facility. Touko, of course, would've immediately taken her seat to crack open the cover of whatever adventure lie ahead, had it not been for someone sitting in her spot. Slowly, she approached them, her knuckles nearly turning white from gripping the book so hard out of pure fear and anger.
"Nnnngh, th-this is my spot.... M-Move, now..."

















