Silently, Nana closed the door of the apartment behind her, taking care to secure each of the four locks installed on it. Then, approaching the table in the kitchen area, she placed Hana's things - bag and jacket - on it before sitting down on one of the wooden chairs and slumping forward.
She stared at the closed window that looked out on a city now plunged into darkness, where the surrounding buildings were all lit up with multitudes of square lights ranging in color from bright white to crimson orange.
People had gone home and were getting ready to eat, or families were waiting for their loved ones who were still working overtime, and Nana couldn't help but envy them.
Simple things like greeting each other at home in the evening, or sharing a meal together, were things that hadn't been available to her in five years. She could no longer hug people who were really important to her, nor could she swear at people she hated most.
