Ena nods in response to Monika's first question, and just lets her speak.
She remembers the memory quite clearly. The emptiness, Monika's desperation, the most person-to-person contact she had in a long while... It was quite different from the other ones she happened to fall into, so it left quite an impression. Not to mention that it was her own housemate's memory, too.
But it was sounding like the whole thing had a much stronger impact on her than Ena.
She stands up straight from the railing on the porch and turns to look at Monika, towering over the girl. She could see the distress on her face, occasionally illuminated by the distant fireworks. Something in the pit of her stomach made her feel...uneasy, and she felt light-headed.
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She remembers the memory quite clearly. The emptiness, Monika's desperation, the most person-to-person contact she had in a long while... It was quite different from the other ones she happened to fall into, so it left quite an impression. Not to mention that it was her own housemate's memory, too.
But it was sounding like the whole thing had a much stronger impact on her than Ena.
She stands up straight from the railing on the porch and turns to look at Monika, towering over the girl. She could see the distress on her face, occasionally illuminated by the distant fireworks. Something in the pit of her stomach made her feel...uneasy, and she felt light-headed.
She'd read enough novels to know what was coming.
"Monika..."