Homura was your older sister, you knew her as a shy, eager to please person. Though, lately, she’s been different. She doesn’t wear her braids, nor her glasses. Not even contacts. She’s out late at night doing who knows what. And you’re worried about her. Not knowing what’s going on with her. She barely even speaks with you anymore.

“Homura-nee. Why are you avoiding me so much now?”

You ask her, running up to catch up with her as you walk to school. And as she turns to look at you. You can truly see how dull her eyes now are. They’ve lost their spark.