"I close my eyes and all I see is you. Will it always be like this? Should I keep my eyes closed forever just to see you then?"
Saya made her way towards the infirmary. Her legs, however, had decided to take her else where. She stood outside, gazing out into the open field and noticing a few damaged pieces still lingering around. Something caught her attention though. There, in the midst of the damage, there was a white flower. More specifically a white rose. A smile tugged at Saya's lips as she approached it. She knelt down, staring into the flower and cupped it gently with her finger tips. She didn't remove it from it's spot, instead just plucking a single petal from the midst and watching as it flew from her hand; it's destination unknown.
She smiled as she watched it drift away. There was still beauty in all of the damaged places, no matter how damaged it seemed to be. Something so beautiful had managed to errupt from the debris, and for once, Saya felt a warmth grow in her being. She closed her eyes, and for the first time, she couldn't see him. She couldn't see his eyes, his offered hand, his face. Nothing. He wasn't there. As much as she had wanted him to come back, this new warmth in her being had replaced him. He would always be there and as long as she remembered it, he would always be here. She stood from her knelt position and decided to put the flower in a pot. She didn't want the students to see it and trample it out of pure stupidity. She returned to the schools floral club and asked them for a pot.
They had given her quizzical looks but obliged her nonetheless. With the pot and soil in hand, she made her way back towards the place where she had left. Once she had returned, she carefully dug the dirt around the flower and made sure to not damage the roots. She then placed it gently in a batch of new soil and proceeded to place it in the pot. Satisfied, she took it with her and tucked it gently beneath her arms. The pot itself wasn't big, probably about the size of box, so she didn't have trouble with it. Some students she passed gave her confused glances. Why was prefect Takagi carrying a rose? To them, they wouldn't understand, but as long as she did, that was all that mattered.
She was assaulted by a visage of a woman. It was her again. She stopped in the middle of the hallway, watching as this woman walked with her back towards her. She seemed to be holding the hand of two young girls. One had shorter hair than the other, but it was obvious that the two were twins. Was that...she blinked and the visage was gone. A hand had been placed on her shoulder as one of the students repeated their question if she was okay. She assured them that she was and continued on her way. Her destination was unknown at the time, however; all she knew was that she wasn't going to let go of the flower in her hand.
It was to be her new symbol in life. The pain of a lost loved one, let alone a dear friend, something like that would never heal. But she would live twice as much for them now. She had to, she promised. She had promised so long ago that she couldn't remember who the promise was actually to. She had been so young, and the vision of one person split into two blurred her memories. Before she knew it, she found herself standing by the gates that lead to the moon dormitory. Why had she always found herself around this place? Everytime she walked without a destination, she always ended up near or close to the moon dorms. One night she had actually found herself inside the actually dormitory. A few of the night class students had been surprised nonetheless when the prefect had showed up.
They hadn't thought much of it either and let her be. Although she had to reprimand Kuro a few times, but for some odd reason he never complained. In fact he always seemed to enjoy them. The memory brought a light chuckle from her lips before she turned back around, the breeze carrying her hair with it as she stopped to stare at a small figure running towards the forest. She squinted her eyes to see if she could see who it was, but at the distance she was at, she couldn't see. She sighed, placing the pot down just beside the gates to the moon dorm and took off in a light jog after the person. The figure seemed to have been running away from something if the speed at which she had ran wasn't any consultation to that. By the time she had caught up, she had caught a better glimpse at who it was.
"Ama?" she called out hesitantly as to not startle her sister.