The class was in session. Rheyya was sitting beside the window, staring at the clear blue sky as George's voice resounded in the background, teaching the class in the usual manner. His regular unenthusiastic, and weary yet gentle voice traveled through everyone's ears. Some students diligently took notes on their holographic screens, while others fought hard to ward off their drowsiness. Some weren't listening, just like Rheyya, as her gaze dozed off toward the clouds.
"I wonder if Quare is alright...." She mumbled.
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Laughter filled a familiar area as several children basked in the sun, playing tag in a certain chapel. A particular black-haired girl was sitting all alone under the shade of a Sakura tree, reading her favorite book, flipping the pages of it after finishing a page. But then, she heard petite footsteps approaching her. But she paid no heed to it until.