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[color=D1D0CE]The room was quiet. Too quiet, really. Even though some light filtered in, Sayuri felt sad and alone. Hiro still wasn't home, and the announcements from the radio chilled her to the bone. She laid on her side, trying not to think much of what was happening to her relationship. The clothing she had bought for him laid in a heap in the corner of the room, as if it was a pile of trash. It was strange to her that such a usually clean, organized young man would just toss clothing to the side like that. Maybe he had been in in a rush when he did it. Maybe he would come home and fix it as soon as he found it. 

She shifted slightly, wincing when she felt something in her pocket. Sayuri was quick to remove it. What was this? A note? She opened it, squinting at the words hastily scribbled upon the surface of the paper. Flying hand, squashed building. She squinted further. Was this her handwriting? Or was someone messing with her? Wait, it [i]was[/i] her handwriting. When had she written this? Was it a song lyric, a poem, perhaps? It wasn't like her to write something completely out of the blue. 

Sayuri folded the paper together again and placed it on her nightstand. She would figure it out later. Right now she had more important things to worry about, like Hiro. Pulling out her phone, she scrolled through her contacts to find Hiro's number. 

[quote][b][color=C48793]Hey, you ok? Coming home soon? The streets are scary, lately. Get home safe please![/color][/b][/quote]

Sayuri hesitated before pressing the send button, but decided to press it anyway. Who knows, maybe Hiro was on his way home. [/color]