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It is eight in the morning of the twentieth of December, of the year two thousand twenty three-
and so much has happened.
<span class="mu-s">--Status Report--</span>
■-■ <span class="mu-i">Erika Kruppman</span> ■-■
HP: 100
DP: 100
Condition: Normal
<span class="mu-g">Despair Roll: (94), 71
Random Event Roll: 43, 100, 77, 9, 59, 16, 22
Happens?: 43 (Yes)
Stat: 100 (Charisma)
Type: 77 (Challenge)
Magnitude: 9 (Magnitude 1)
Encounter?: 59 (No)</span>
<span class="mu-s">-------------------Montserrat------------------
--Polytechnic School Manuel Belgrano--</span>
<span class="mu-s">T</span>he single line the raindrop draws on that tarnished window sent Erika Kruppman into an eerie spiral of deja vus -as if it was going further down her own spine instead. A year ago, she was sitting in the library -check-, with a book -check-, getting ready for finals -check-... and Maria came rushing through that door, going about some supremely goofy, impulsive, and down-right senseless plan to make a picnic under the RAIN of all things.
…Erika glances. Not even her own purely pragmatic heart stops her from glancing at the wooden door, worn with decades of use, a testament to the power of proper maintenance. To fall, no- just to slip, even if for a bit, in superstition, hits the ever-practical Student Council President with sharp shame, felt in her bones- and made even worse when the door /is/ blasted open.
Erika would have gone instantly deaf if it was the first time. It wasn’t; it wasn’t even the eleventh hundredth time. Smirking; as Maria power-walks towards her, triggering Erika’s innermost fight-or-flee instincts, Maria is smirking just like she was last year. And horror takes over: because it is raining. Yet these feelings will never be shown on her face. Even if just for one split second, Erika wonders if time ever even moved.
Admittedly, it wasn’t a bad year. It wasn’t a good year, either. When all your days look the same your mind merges them all together, and it feels like just a single day has passed in years because nothing was truly eventful. A single day could truly have been all that had come and gone, and maybe Erika would believe it.
Except for that day.
That one day Erika finally understood the full weight of her own wish.
