Home room passes as slowly as expected. Seated in the far back, in-between two other desks just like last year, Eden methodically drowns out the voice and face of his teacher until all of him and the classroom melts into grey goop, his classmates joining. Only the thorns protruding from Petunia back, as well as the red outside, the staring flowers, remain unaltered. He is unsure of what expression he wears during this process, always has been, but it hardly matters. The formless students are focusing forward, away from him. Eden breathes shallowly. From the order of newest to oldest: error number one: talking too quietly, error number two: having arrived 5 minutes early instead of the planned 10, error number three: forgetting mo... he stops himself. Avoiding mo... mother, Eden corrects, s
