The voices of the past and the future overlap, trapping her in a never ending hell.
Somebody told her a long time ago that crying was childish.
That very same person defended somebody who committed wrong deeds.
It was somebody important to her, but they didn't think so. She was the only one who saw it that way.
'Then what do you want me to do? Not cry? I am human too, I'm not a robot with no emotions..'
Sumire felt her vision gradually get blurrier and her body weakened. She landed on the ground with a thud.
...
Someone was calling her, calling her name. Who was it? Why did it seem so sad. The brunette hair girl opened her eyes and glanced around her surroundings.
The huge spiral stair case by the brown curtains, lead to downstairs. The floor was wooden wood, but a beautiful shade of gold. A velvet brown sofa with creamy white shaped cushions.
A huge metallic coloured wardrobe with a small mirror attached inside.
