(Headlines, it made headlines.)

Rumi, the beloved lead singer of huntrix, found dead. The public has no idea what's happened, grieving fans and torn laughter. Gripping candles and lighting them by pictures of her face, she smiled so sweetly, who could've ever known?

(Broken, Huntrix is broken.)

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(The find her in the dirt by the tree.)

Lifeless, crimson coated her body, old and disgusting. But she wasn't disgusting, Rumi never was. She lied, but she was never nasty. It was painful, Mira and Zoey having to sit in the same places without her. She was misunderstood. Mira took it the hardest, her family ripped away, twice. Why didn't she say something? console her? why did she raise her weapon. She won't talk anymore, her eyes are low and dead, it's not just typical cold Mira stare, it's dead, yet so meaningful. Zoey? The girl clings to plushies in her room at night, sometimes she envisions Rumi still there, still smiling, such a beautiful smile.

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(Current day)

Mira and Zoey sit silently on the plush white couch, no cheering, no overload of snacks, just sorrow and unsaid words. What in the hell was there to say? Nothing. So they kept it to a maximum of guilty glances, uncomfortable shifts and silent sniffles, nothing more.