[It's said very, very quietly. She recognizes his voice, she's absolutely certain it's him, but the way he repeats it back to her... there's no way he knows who she is. She'd thought she'd gotten used to Akira forgetting her, but in the context of having none of her other friends of the last two years at her side... it hurts.
Fresh tears well in her eyes as her footsteps falter, leaving several meters between them that feel like they might as well be leagues, but she tries to force a smile anyway.]
S-Sorry, I... I must be mistaken...
[Another hiccuping sob, and she wraps her arms around herself, violin in one hand, bow in the other. If she ducks her head, maybe he won't see her crying? Fat chance.]
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[It's said very, very quietly. She recognizes his voice, she's absolutely certain it's him, but the way he repeats it back to her... there's no way he knows who she is. She'd thought she'd gotten used to Akira forgetting her, but in the context of having none of her other friends of the last two years at her side... it hurts.
Fresh tears well in her eyes as her footsteps falter, leaving several meters between them that feel like they might as well be leagues, but she tries to force a smile anyway.]
S-Sorry, I... I must be mistaken...
[Another hiccuping sob, and she wraps her arms around herself, violin in one hand, bow in the other. If she ducks her head, maybe he won't see her crying? Fat chance.]