"Hey! Why are you getting so close to her?"
A blurry memory, ancient yet profound.
"What's the problem... It's Mia."
"I know it's Mia! But don't you know about her? Are you asking for trouble?"
A familiar friend was pulled aside.
Avoiding Mia's gaze, it was a familiar scene.
A girl in a skirt with braided pigtails slightly lowered her eyes; she bowed her head to read a book, not wanting to listen.
Because she probably knew what would be said, every time she hoped for something different, but it would just shatter her own hopes... always the same, nothing special.
Just particularly heartbreaking for her.
"Why should we distance ourselves from Mia? She's so alone."
"Mia's father died shortly after she was born, and her mother recently died in a car accident. She's like a disaster magnet, so we must stay away from her, or we'll get tainted by her bad luck!"
