Honami's Chance

Interlude

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A sleeping beauty, huh?

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That's what some might call what was in front of him. You might ask... "How did this happen?"

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Strange, is it not? She always smells like citrus. No matter the case, she smells sweet. It was a scent, one that somehow complimented her hair... if that makes any sense.

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In terms of beauty, she excels.
In personality, she excels, greatly.
Even in terms of her proportions, she excels... greatly in that sense.

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But as the prized product of that facility, why did I feel so strange around her yesterday?

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I just ignored the feeling... but it did pique my curiosity indeed. It even got to the point where I stuttered whilst speaking to her, something I've never done to anyone.

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But... what is there to be curious about, exactly?

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I could just be overthinking it, this feeling. My calculations can be an overestimate at times after all.

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Now that I think about it... where am I?

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It's white... just like...

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No, that's the last place I'd be... That's not my concern right now.

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"Mhhmm..."

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Hm?

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I heard a gentle voice. The woman in front of me had slightly adjusted her position as she continued to peacefully sleep.

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Was she always this beautiful, I wonder?

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I'm moving too fast... I should just ignore this for now.

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But... if this gaping hole in my heart were to be patched up one day, could she be the reason?

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After all, half of my goal for coming to this school was to repair my heart... Was it not?

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But... I'm inhuman. Do I even deserve it?

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Another day goes by.

Yes... I'm just dreaming.

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No, this is not Chapter 3.

I'd like to thank my beta-reader,  AnanoDeprituse