"Where is she?"
The next day, no Amaris can be found in Ciara's shadow. Her seatmate changed and it wasn't the girl who like things in pastel. Even when she got home, Amaris' house was empty.
She got used to their daily routine, Amaris was a persistent lively soul. . . who never get tired of asking Ciara to be her friend while she tries to shove her away.
"Now, it's like the world seemed to be much cruel than before, huh?"
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The Light Who Hid
Poviedkyshort wherein one has a little life while the other seemed to lost their light.