It was the following day where Sumire regretted falling asleep yesterday in the library. If she was awake, then she would have prepared herself for her current situation better. But even then, her attention was elsewhere. She recalled the nightmare from the previous night and looked at her surroundings.
There it is, that pitch-black color again. Ah, is that what one would call 'Darkness?' From the very second she was born, the first color she saw was that murky darkness, it was a single color, yet there was something different about it.
It wasn't bright or sparkly, and it wasn't the first thing one expected a newly born infant to stop. A monotone world, from the very moment - call it fate or whatever.
But maybe there was already something that tied her to that person. If one uses that logic, then she must share a connection with several others. In that case, the concept of destiny vanishes. Even if it was true, she wouldn't believe it.
