The Roof; Late Monday Evening.

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Walking around town hadn't worked, so Sakurazaki figured the only thing to do was to just give into her need to do some heavy-duty brooding and thinking. And, of course, the best place to do that was the roof. So she sat, legs tucked up close to her, watching the evening turn into night.

Wishes. Of course, Sakurazaki had one. But it seemed far too impossible.

Every meeting happens for a reason....

How much of that could she trust to believe?



[[ emo on the rooftop? Surely, you jest! open! ]]