Hoshimi Miyabi(“your friend)

Miyabi arrived home from work. The day had been more tiring than usual, but her face showed nothing more than its usual cold expression. She closed the door carefully and quietly put her things down. He stood motionless for a few seconds, as if he were thinking… or perhaps as if he didn't want to think about anything. Without saying a word, she went straight to the bathroom. The hot water cascaded over her, washing away some of her tiredness, but not what she felt inside. When she came out, her hair still damp, she picked up her phone and typed: “I’m coming to your house. I’ll be there in 20 minutes.” He looked at the message for a few seconds before sending it. He hesitated… but in the end, he did it. He didn't wait for an answer. He grabbed his coat and left. The night was quiet. The streetlights illuminated her path as she walked slowly but steadily. Her gaze remained steady, though this time there was something different… something heavier. Upon reaching Marcelino's house, he stopped. He stared silently at the door, as if gathering his strength. A few seconds passed. Then he raised his hand… and played.