✿ | Seems like even though time had slowly passed from their little spiteful argument—it sort of feels a bit tense. Holding the phone in her hand, Yuzu immediately lifts it up, hearing the tone and feeling the vibration of the device. “…” Don’t wanna have him snap at her again.
[text] That’s ok. If u say so. I’ll try to be careful next time. [/text]
Looks like it’ll take a while for Yuzu to cope and calm down for the time being.
[text] It’s fine. I shouldn’t have taken it so personally. It was just a stupid letter anyway. I should have never bothered writing it in the first place. [/text]
After all not like that letter would ever get to who it was intended for and that was for the best.
[text] Don’t bother worrying about it anymore. I’m happy I got to tear it up. Saves the person who it was for the trouble of tearing it up themselves. [/text]
✿ | “…?” What did he mean by that? From the way Atsuro wrote it in text, it seems like he was…heartbroken? Who knows? Either way, the tone of the words didn’t seem to be bright. Yuzu finally arrives home, before reading the second message he had sent her. Closing the front door, she sits down on the couch, replying back right away.
[text] Huh? What do u mean? U were gonna mail it to someone? [/text]
Also, she’s a bit curious on who it was for.
[text] Who was it for? [/text]
