[The days following that "party" were the usual blur of denial and shame following anything the city did, trying to forget and box it off as the actions of someone else... because she wasn't herself by any stretch of the imagination. She wasn't sure if she was relieved or unnerved over the fact that she could barely remember what she'd done--it was only the soreness in her body that really told her... But she knew one thing for sure: she'd been with both Vash and Okita during the night... along with dozens of others... had Okita seen...? She wasn't sure.]
[When his text comes to her she can't help but wonder if it is regards to that debauchery... or if he had received her letter... perhaps both. She can't help but feel a touch of trepidation as she replies... but also hope at the same time. She has missed him. For far longer than they have actually been apart.]
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[When his text comes to her she can't help but wonder if it is regards to that debauchery... or if he had received her letter... perhaps both. She can't help but feel a touch of trepidation as she replies... but also hope at the same time. She has missed him. For far longer than they have actually been apart.]
Where are you?
Where are you?