Sanada Junko

[Yaoquizque]

++ Interlude : Present days ++

She had his taste on her lips.
Pacing round in that room. Pretty nice.

She didn't enter in that bed yet. She knew she needed to sleep but she was certain she wouldn't be able to find sleep.

"Why am i that stupid?" She thought once again.
Junko loved to think she was controlling her destiny. Because people decided enough for her in the past.

No more.

But she had his taste on her lips.
The truth was she simply couldn't control that kind of things.
Since she didn't have much experience about this, despite what she may pretend.

Thus here she was, struggling with herself, lost in the maze she built herself.

She was tempted to just walk away, and try to pretend this never happened.
But deep inside she knew it wouldn't resolve anything.
And did she even want it in the first place?

Sighing, she eventually walked to the bed and, lying on it, gazed at the ceiling.
She listened to the quietness of that house. That place was so different from her little flat on New Tokyo.

Was she even able to trust someone again, and take the risk to be betrayed, one way or another?
Remembering about his word, "Giving it a try", she wondered what he was expecting from her.

Was he even able to understand why she was behaving this way?
But on the other hand... Did she even try to explain him?

And she still had his taste on her lips....

Roll up into a tight ball, she tried to take her mind of things to find sleep.

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