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WDKMMMS- Part 3The next morning Nishi awoke to see Joyuu, Kumo, and Yuki sitting around her. “What’s wrong with you guys?” She asked, sitting up and looking at their relieved yet somewhat worried faces.
“Joyuu told us about what happened last night. We’ve been up all night waiting for you wake up.” Kumo said.
“That’s sweet, but you really didn’t need to.” Nishi said, looking a bit embarrassed.
“Of course we did!” Yuki argued.
“Why don’t you two start packing up? I need to talk to Nishi alone.” Joyuu whispered to the other two girls. They nodded and went to pack. Joyuu turned to Nishi after making sure the others wouldn’t be able to hear them. “Listen Nishi, last night something happened to you, something I’ve never seen you do before.”
“What do you mean?” Nishi asked, confused by her friend. Joyuu explained to Nishi the events of the night before from the first time Nishi fain
WDKMMMS- Part 2Nishi wraped up her shoulder in a bandage and covered it with her sleeve. “There, now I won’t have to worry about Joyuu seeing that I’m injured….” She said, and began to look for Joyuu and Kumo. She heard them talking after about ten minutes and followed the sound of their voices.
“Welcome back.” Kumo said.
“You okay?” Joyuu asked.
“Yeah, fine.” She said. One ear lying against her head like it did when she lied.
“I said, you okay?”Joyuu repeated, poking Nishi on her injured shoulder.
“OW!! II mean…. Yeah.” Nishi said, rubbing her shoulder softly.
Kumo pulled down the sleeve enough to reveal the bandage that was stained by the blood that had come from the shoulder. “Wow Nishi-san, you’re a terrible liar.”
“Why did you lie Nishi?” Joyuu said, staring at the bandage.
“I didn’t want you to worry about me…….” Nishi said sadly.
Stranger LoveI am not the sunlit wing-print
splayed out on the bedroom wall.
I am not the dark mass forming
in a corner of an airless hall.
I am not the viscous vengeance
where you sink your spinning wheels.
I am not the leaky bucket
hung up on your wishing well.
You are not my soul mate missing
wandering a winter's night.
You are not the sound of angels
singing by a candle's light.
You are not the rasp of fingers
fumbling with a hasp of steel.
You are not the tattered towel
soaking up the things I feel.
I am the oblivious child,
dancing where the wildflowers are.
You are my unwitting captive
lighting up a jelly jar.
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