Year 20XX
Two people leaned against the wall, cigarette in their hands. For the past few minutes, neither of them said a word — a man with red hair and a woman with ash blonde hair. For the past few minutes, nobody said a word. So Yang decided to break the silence and ask her why she was angry at him.
She averts her gaze, "It's not like I was really mad at you. I was just frustrated since it looked like you were keeping secrets from me."
"No, it's only natural for you to react that way. I did promise you back then, that I'd no longer keep secrets from you. What do you think after seeing that?"
Such superficial sounding words. They both know he never means anything he says unless its to do with Setsura. Speaking of her, from this view on the rooftop. Yang could get a better look. Setsura was in the middle of lessons, engrossed in a painting. She looks cute whenever she is focusing, though she usually gave off an elegant aura.
