Her eyes were sharper, skin even more golden, hair longer. Kira had indeed changed — you wondered if it was really for the best.

Life moved on after she was sent away to the desert. You didn't.

Kira probably didn't know, she probably thought no one missed her. But ever since the first day away from her, she plagued your thoughts 24/7. Like an addict. Withdrawals. And she wasn't even yours.

Thing is, now, she's no one's (maybe she owns herself now, finally). Scott moved on to whoever was avaliable, and she had interest in no else before, probably even less now. Her mom told you she had already planned which college Kira would go to with her dad's recommendations. Talk about control.

Kira Yukimura was the last thing you planned to find at the door to your shitty little apartment way past midnight, but there she was. Showing up unannounced, just like she would.

Her eyes were sharper, there was some sort of energy in them that wasn't there all those months ago, her skin even more golden, looking a little too rough, hair longer, lighter, maybe from the harsh sun. Kira had indeed changed — you wondered if it was really for the best. Did she want to become this (whatever that is)?

"Hey." she had a tank top on, black, black jeans, boots, and a little jean jacket over it. Looking like... older Kira Yukimura. Wow. Even her style had evolved a bit.

You sort of wanted to kick her ass for showing up this late, but you also wanted to suffocate her in a hug. You missed the fuck out of this girl.