'Saru mo ki kara ochiru'
Even monkeys fall from trees
Japanese saying
Green eyes glow from behind a bookshelf. She’s the same girl from the cafeteria. Her nails dig into the hardwood and coarse hairs threaten to pierce through her skin, but she holds them back, pushing down the innate animalistic urge inside of her.
“Soon, we’ll get back what was ours.” She says.
“Are you okay? Yoru can you hear me?” A guy with orange hair pats her on the shoulder.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just a bit overwhelmed with all this work you know. It’s making me hungry.”
“I know the feeling.” He replies, then returns his attention to scoping for books.
“You have no idea….” She mutters under her breath.
I knock on Ora’s door. Her voice sounds a little stronger today, “Come in!” She shouts.
When I walk in, I see her rushing to cover her leg. Aw, she’s probably insecure about her little stump.