Aya

Aya at least managed to stand up, even though she felt herself tipping, vertigo seizing her. Miraculously she managed to hold her footing. But then she was faced with a dilemma.

She tried to help the girl, but the girl must have moved; she wound up nearly sticking her finger up the poor girl’s nose! “S-sorry!” she mumbled. “H-here. Here’s what we can do. I’ll pull you up, but you’ll have to… y-you’ll have to grab my hands. I’m s-sorry I can’t see to help you better.” Tears streamed down her face again in her shame. “I’m u-useless, a-aren’t I?”

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Aimi

Aimi took the pencil again, though her mouth was trembling and she kept dripping tears on the notebook. Using a wobbly, barely-legible cursive, she wrote: “I am Hayashi Aimi. There is always someone with me. My friend” The thought trailed away as she pondered how to explain this. “We had a fight after my wheelchair wrecked, and my friend left me here.” Nothing more, nothing less. She dropped the pencil for Hana to take again.