[When Yusuke lets go, Haru decides to bring her moped to its designated area, where it always goes when she comes here. When she returns to his side, the door opens, and the light inside is warm and welcoming. It's like a second home, and it is.
But it makes her think of her first home. Her mother, her cats, her garden, her flowers. Her mother hasn't kicked her out or anything, but the idea is still there deep inside. Yusuke had seen the nightmare she had, after all. Haru keeps teetering on the edge of giving in to that fear or holding steadfastly on to the thought that her mother really does just need time, that they can talk later.
She takes in a hitched breath and shuts her eyes tight, the burning sensation of tears returning behind them. One hand covers her eyes, the other reaches to hold Yusuke's hand.]
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But it makes her think of her first home. Her mother, her cats, her garden, her flowers. Her mother hasn't kicked her out or anything, but the idea is still there deep inside. Yusuke had seen the nightmare she had, after all. Haru keeps teetering on the edge of giving in to that fear or holding steadfastly on to the thought that her mother really does just need time, that they can talk later.
She takes in a hitched breath and shuts her eyes tight, the burning sensation of tears returning behind them. One hand covers her eyes, the other reaches to hold Yusuke's hand.]
I-I'm sorry, I just...