If angels truly existed, Yosano believed they took a human form in you.

She initially met you when you’d moved into her apartment complex, into the place right next to hers. You’re beautiful, intelligent, kind-souled but above all, untouchable.

You were untouchable because of that brat you call your boyfriend. Gods, you’re much too good for him; he’s not affectionate, doesn’t pay attention to you, and hardly spends enough time with you at all.

How she loathes men like your boyfriend. Yosano disdains the person he is, as well as the fact that for some reason unbeknownst to her, you’re wrapped around his finger.

Yosano would treat you the way you deserve. You’d never want for a thing.

The electricity on your floor went out today. Despite hurried repair efforts being made, it was getting dark and there was no sign of the lights coming back on yet. Yosano invited you over to her living room so you wouldn’t feel so alone, or so bored.

“Did you tell your boyfriend about the electricity?” she gently asks, “He knows your fear of the dark, doesn’t he, honey?”