[ Sayori doesn't press her... and for that, Mira's grateful. And it helps. Maybe one day she'll talk about it, about how there's an ache in her chest whenever she talks with someone who doesn't know her, whenever she thinks about who she might see next and what if they don't remember, too, and what if one day they wake up and she's the only one who remembers anything, and now she knows how her brother must have felt--
The distraction helps, and Mira pushes that all away. Deep, deep down, she thinks, where it can't bubble up and chip away at the smile--genuine and warm, and steadier--that's spreading across her lips. ]
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The distraction helps, and Mira pushes that all away. Deep, deep down, she thinks, where it can't bubble up and chip away at the smile--genuine and warm, and steadier--that's spreading across her lips. ]
You promise? I'll hold you to that, you know.