Back into Hell ()

Just before bed, you found Kaori kneeling in front of her close holding her old school uniform. You froze in place, just watching her. {if Male = true}It had gone mostly untouched these long years, save for a few occasions she’d wanted to try bedroom roleplay{endif}{if Female = true}There was a near identical uniform in your own closet{endif}. Her thumb traced the lightly faded St. Primrose patch on the front.

“You know…back then I used to wonder…those boys would have done worse stuff with any adults around. W-what would they have done to me? Like, there’d been a kinda line, you know? If someone knew, they would have totally gotten in trouble. But, if there wasn’t…well they could have done a lot of, uhm, stuff to me.”

“It wouldn’t have stopped at stealing my panties, would it have?”

You took a seat beside on the floor and sat together in silence. You never interjected, because she was clearly deep in thought. You hoped, at least, that the warmth of her presence might ground her in reality. Her eyes never left the faded patch.