Amaya sat against the tree, her hands were shaky and bandaged up from the recent paper cuts and splinters, she hadn‘t been feeling well and had been skipping classes lately, which wasn’t normal for her, and she hasn’t even been to her dorm since a week ago. Things were going so well and since the day she had received a letter from her dad the first time she’s been here everything went wrong. She had been writing letters to most people she knew from her hometown to help take care of her father, but most wanted nothing to do with him. Nobody ever really did like him.
She hadn’t realized how “down in the dumps”, as one might say, her father was . Worse than he had ever been. Amaya thought about going back home to take care of him, even though it would be the last thing she would want wanted. She was to nice to let her father live off the money she had saved for him, ¥
896,615.23, which he had probably already spent on alcohol.
Amaya wanted to cry but held it in, surely there was someone close by and she didn’t want them to come up to her and ask her what was wrong, it would only make her cry harder. She buried her face into her knees and hugged her legs. She never did finish that picture of Vritra and she hadn’t spoken to Ayumi since he had left, maybe even a little before that. She wasn’t even in the mood to draw anymore, she felt empty.
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