Broken Stars: Part 6

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    ~Astrophel caught unaware

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    #1 ~Astrophel, Feb 16, 2019
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    if you haven’t read Broken Stars 5.5, you don’t have to read it, but I’d suggest it.

    I wake up and walk downstairs to find Kioko in the living room.
    “Hey,” she says.
    “What’s up?” I reply. Something still seems a little off. Though, Kioko’s halo is back. That’s a good sign. I don’t know why, but with it gone, she seems more... dangerous.
    “About last night, I didn’t mean to alarm you. I was just moving some furniture.”
    “Moving furniture, huh?” I look around me. Nothing’s moved.
    “Well, I... I moved it back!” she says a little defensively. “It didn’t look good.”
    “You could’ve asked me for help. I would’ve been able to handle it fine.”
    “That’s quite alright. I’m capable of my own furniture moving. You should have just gone back to bed.”
    “So, what do you want to do today?” Before I could answer, she continues. “I was thinking we could go to the bakery today. I work there, after all.”
    “Uh, sure,” I say. It’s not like I had anything better to do.
    “I’m going to go get ready to leave,” she says. “I’ll be there in a minute.”
    As she walks back to her room, I find myself wandering around her house. I know my way around pretty well by now, but there’s one thing I’m still interested in.
    The closet in the hallway.
    I head off towards the hallway. I kind of want to see what’s inside it.
    When I arrive outside it, I know I have to be fast. Kioko probably doesn’t want me looking in her closet.
    I reach toward the doorknob, hesitating for a moment. Should I really invade her privacy like this?
    Screw it. Curiousity gets the better of me.
    I pull open the closet door, and as I do, I feel something grab me by the back of the shirt. Hard.
    What are you doing?

    When eating breakfast, Evangeline doesn’t talk about last night at all. I figure that if she’s not talking about it, it’s probably better not to bring it up myself, either.
    “Do you want to go to the museum again today?” she says. “I know it was weird last time, but I like it there.”
    “Okay.” Despite being a little spooked by the museum, it definitely interested me. I would be fine going back.
    “Before we go,” she says, “I wanted to discuss something.”
    “...Last night, I think it was worth it to talk to someone about my parents.”
    For a moment, she stops. She isn’t crying at all.
    I knew this conversation would arrive, but didn’t prepare myself at all.
    “I’m sorry if I bothered you,” is all I manage.
    “It’s okay. I know you didn’t mean to. I mean, that kind of thing, I think is something I should be over, but I’m not. I guess it’s just that at night there’s nothing else to think about. And there isn’t a way to fix it. Even if you could bring back the dead, it would never be the same.”
    “But there’s nothing wrong with being sad about it.”
    “Yeah, I guess not.”
    There’s a few minutes where neither of us talks.
    “By the way,” I say. “What’s the name of that museum?”
    “Uh, Ghost Museum, I think. We should get going.”
    That’s a bit of an odd museum name.
    Whatever, I’m sure there are stranger ones.

    When I finally open my eyes, it’s morning. Freya’s still asleep. On top of me.
    Uh... I guess I can’t wake her, can I? She’s probably tired. I know she studies a lot.
    After awhile, she stirs and eventually lifts her head.
    As soon as she sees me, she leaps backwards.
    “Gross! What the heck?” she snaps.
    “Sorry,” I say. “You fell asleep like that, and if I woke you up, you would have yelled at me.”
    Freya flops back down.
    “Why did you do that, last night?” she asks. The lighter atmosphere seems to vanish. I’m surprised she’s asking this.
    “I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I thought I told you.”
    “Well,” she says, “...I’ve always thought, that’s something I have to deal with on my own. I don’t have depression, and I don’t...” She pauses. “There are people who have it worse. And so I don’t feel like my problems are important. They shouldn't be.”
    “You don’t have to worry about that, Freya,” I tell her softly. “Remember, you have friends, and you have me.”
    “What’s that supposed to mean?” I can tell she’s trying to sound like her usual self. “What makes you different from my other friends?”
    “That’s not important. What is, is that you take care of yourself, and feel good about it.”
    “Thank you, for caring.”
    After awhile, Freya gets up. “I’ll go change.”

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    Theis Still Ticking Away~

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    Still feeling wary after the last installment...
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    ~Astrophel caught unaware

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    Oh, that’s good. You might need that.