(chapter originally by Misayaka on writing.com)
Fuuka ran and ran and ran... she ran so much that only after her feet had settled against the clear white ground where she was. At the steps of Iwatodai Station... right in the middle of the courtyard.
"N, no...!" She turned and stared back at the train, trying to move back towards it to fix her terrible mistake... then the train sped off, leaving Fuuka alone on the steps, with nothing to her name.
"Noo...." She whispered, the weight of her plight bearing against her as she turned around, shivering as she tried to cover her petite figure.
"S, someone... someone has to help..." Fuuka felt herself becoming delirious in her panic. Maybe this was a dream... she fidgeted and shifted her fingers through the thin strands of blue hair between her thighs, and brushed her fingers against her bare nipple.
"I, I'm not dreaming... I'm... really here..." Her body began to shake, her palm resting against the cusp of her thighs while the other cupped her breast in a meek, protective gesture.
Fuuka slowly steadied her breathing, regained her composure, and finally decided on her course of action. She...
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