[It's a pretty strange emotion that wells up within Maya now-- something bittersweet. If she were a coffee-metaphor-loving, white-haired man, she might make some comparison about knives and scalpels and healing, but she isn't. Instead, the thought that comes to mind is one of warmth, like a fire lit inside her that, while being warm, still causes her eyes to glisten just slightly at the sight of it.
She gives Kururu a warm (but perhaps a little sad) smile in return.
You should be able to be happy.
But in the coming month, that would be the last thing on Maya's mind. Instead, all she can really think of is the woman who didn't even think she should be able to live.
Maya's shoulders shake a little from her giggling, but in the softest manner. Muted, like something a bit shier (and all that much more genuine) than her usual laugh.]
Is that what he said? Well, I guess he has a point. That's what today's all about, right?
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She gives Kururu a warm (but perhaps a little sad) smile in return.
You should be able to be happy.
But in the coming month, that would be the last thing on Maya's mind. Instead, all she can really think of is the woman who didn't even think she should be able to live.
Maya's shoulders shake a little from her giggling, but in the softest manner. Muted, like something a bit shier (and all that much more genuine) than her usual laugh.]
Is that what he said? Well, I guess he has a point. That's what today's all about, right?