𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧- 𝐒𝐞𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐒𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐥
Some people don't know what they have until it's gone.
But what about the ones who do know?
The ones who never took a damn thing for granted? Who tried their hardest to hold on, yet could only look helplessly...
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Ringo sat at the bar, a solitary figure amidst the ambient hum of voices and clinking glasses. Her slender fingers traced circles on the condensation-slick surface of the glass containing apple juice, her gaze fixed downward, lost in thought.
The dimly lit room seemed to fade away as her mind wandered to a singular image: the photograph she had glimpsed in Gon's room. It was a girl, hauntingly similar to her in appearance. Each feature echoed her own as if plucked from a mirror. Strangers she encountered couldn't help but react, their surprise palpable, as if they had seen a ghost walking amongst them.
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She couldn't shake the questions swirling in her mind. What was Gon's true sentiment towards her? Did he see her for who she was, or merely a reflection of a lost love? The weight of uncertainty settled heavily upon her, casting shadows across her thoughts.
'Rin... Was it? Just who the hell are you?'
"Surprise to see you here."
Tress's sudden appearance beside Ringo broke the spell of solitude, her voice cutting through the silence like a gentle breeze. Ringo turned to meet Tress's gaze. Ringo offered a faint smile, the corners of her lips lifting in acknowledgment.
"Can't sleep?" Tress inquired.
"There's just a lot going on in my mind..." Ringo confessed.
Tress nodded knowingly, her own experiences with a certain someone mirrored in Ringo's words.
"Ah, I hear that a lot these days," she remarked with a chuckle before her gaze drifted to the glass of apple juice cradled in Ringo's hand.
"And what makes you think drinking apple juice in a bar in the middle of the night can help you sort things up in that head of yours?" Tress quipped, her eyebrow arching in playful curiosity.
Ringo shrugged lightly, a faint blush tinting her cheeks. "What else should I do?"
Tress grinned mischievously, her laughter bubbling up like a melody in the quietude of the bar.
