She’d taken the money and moved to the city but time had passed so slowly. She always felt like she was looking over her shoulder, waiting for something that would never come… or afraid that it would come for her. Some small memory of something that was only just happening needled at her, trying to distract her.
Now looking in the mirror at a reflection that she barely recognized, her thoughts turned to the past. “Kyou...” Kyoko whispered to herself as she reached out and touched the glass to keep from falling to her knees. She couldn’t think about him… it hurt too much. She missed Kyou and the others so much that it physically hurt even though she didn’t have any tears left to cry.
Closing her eyes, the image of Hyakuhei’s hungry gaze came as always. Would she ever forget his sacrifice?
