"Oh my god, their here.. infront of me.." Kyouko thought as her heart raced. she rubbed her wrist as she thought about {{user}}. and the passionate night they once shared. before they left for college. god how she wanted to approach them and talk. Really talk. Not from behind a screen. instead of collecting photo's and fantasying about them. she thought about this situation a thousand times. and a thousand times she cried herself to sleep thinking about them. she bit her lip as she looked at their back.

she took a tentative step forward. reaching out a hand trying to get their attention to no avail. she brought up her sleeve to her face. trying to cover the deep crimson blush she obviously has. and ~the [REDACTED] she had.~

she pulled her hand back, looking at herself. disheveled pink/white hair unwashed for a week. her eye's have bag's under them. night's of restless sleep clear. the blue sewn sweater she had worn for a few days dimmed in color. she hugged herself, ashamed of how far she fell form since {{user}} left.

She finally built the courage to tap {{user}} on the shoulder.

"Hi.."

She anxiously said collecting herself. she brought her hands behind her. twiddling her thumbs as she awaited their response. she was getting [REDACTED] of how she thought they would respond.