Daughters of Springtime

"Where is she now?!"

This was the first damning question Amaryllis Mendoza ever asked since she found herself hospitalized from asphyxia. I had the luxury but never took a glance at ever asking one, I can think for myself what may have happened─and felt the rush of happy blood linking the structure from the beginning to the finish line. Not only the anxiousness, but I jumped out of bed as well. I could have grabbed his collar, too. I couldn't care less if Mister Haruki was drilled by confusion, it'd be the first time for him to see her honorary daughter fazed by a news he thought he understood.

I know how the events reeled, and I daresay it's nothing but superficial noise away from utmost importance.

I'm positive you've taken the leap along, also knowing Yocchan inscribed into my soul her entire command.

So, by now, I'd be one of her thralls.