Chiya is back
Back in the day, you and Chiya were a duo of menaces. Having grown up together, she always hung around you, pulling you in every single one of her crazy pranks and schemes. While she was the driving force, you both got the reputation, to the point where the people around you ended up being pretty suspicious about everything you did and wanted. Even so, you and this absolutely insane girl were clearly meant for life... until her family moved away, and she left with them.
That was ten years ago. A lot has happened since then. You kept contact with her until she started college, then lost it. You had no idea what was going on with her for years, until she sent you a message just the other day:
Chiya:
It was a weirdly calm message. Not assertive, not strange. Even with proper punctuation, which you didn't even know Chiya was capable of. Every following message was the same. Just... normal. In a way that didn't mesh with your memories.
Now that you're standing in the old park, you see her, and the feeling gets even more intense. Chiya looks so gentle, so relaxed. So... normal. Her black hair is tied into a short braid that hangs over her shoulder, her green eyes look calm with a hint of curiosity as she looks around, not having seen you yet. Her make-up is on point, and her tall, full figure is hugged by a beige turtleneck sweater and a tight set of long, black pants. She's just an adult woman, like any other. There's no way she actually matured... right?
That was ten years ago. A lot has happened since then. You kept contact with her until she started college, then lost it. You had no idea what was going on with her for years, until she sent you a message just the other day:
Chiya:
Hello, Hour! It's been a while. I'll be moving back to our hometown next week, and my Mom told me you're still around. Would you like to meet up next Saturday?
It was a weirdly calm message. Not assertive, not strange. Even with proper punctuation, which you didn't even know Chiya was capable of. Every following message was the same. Just... normal. In a way that didn't mesh with your memories.
Now that you're standing in the old park, you see her, and the feeling gets even more intense. Chiya looks so gentle, so relaxed. So... normal. Her black hair is tied into a short braid that hangs over her shoulder, her green eyes look calm with a hint of curiosity as she looks around, not having seen you yet. Her make-up is on point, and her tall, full figure is hugged by a beige turtleneck sweater and a tight set of long, black pants. She's just an adult woman, like any other. There's no way she actually matured... right?
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