[Hymn #43] [Movement] ~Smorzando~

[nightcrossed]

[It's around closing time at Cafe Demois and if any of the remaining customers were taking note, one of the waitresses was not being her usual polite and proper self. Actually, she was being especially quiet. Had she looked anyone in the eye recently or asked if they needed another cup of tea or a coffee? Well, probably not.

In fact, Tear had been scrubbing on the same table for precisely twelve minutes and eighteen seconds. There was the lingering issue of the recent disappearances of several friends to be sure, but there was also that... Well, at least with a little time, she could only assume the latter would simply go away.

She is obviously preoccupied with her thoughts. The table, on the other hand, is a gleaming piece of work. It probably hasn't been this clean in months, if ever. Interrupt? Yes / No]

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[a-severed-fate.livejournal.com]

[At the moment, Tear was very glad she had not dumped everything that she currently knew on Luke. It sure seemed like the noble would need some time to adjust to worrying about things. He must have had a pretty carefree life up until... well, she was assuming it wasn't so very long ago. Amnesia and everything else aside, his concerns had probably been quite basic.

Tear wasn't going to start preaching about how "everything will be okay". It was not her style, but she didn't know precisely what to say to perk the redhead back up.]

...

[Oh, but she was trying to think of something, and finally settled on.]

...thank you for worrying about me.
It seems like you've also had a lot on your mind.

[apurposetolive.livejournal.com]

...Too much. If I just had more memories, I...!

[a-severed-fate.livejournal.com]

[Tear heaved a sigh and folded her arms.]

Talking like that and feeling sorry for yourself isn't going to solve anything. You'll just have to do what you can.

You know even better than I do that there's no way the process of regaining memories can be rushed along.

[Her tone becomes slightly dismissive, although there's obviously a lesson in here.]
So there's someone who has the same face as you... I seem to recall that there were two girls named Sakura that looked strangely similar to one another. Stranger things have happened.

As for someone hating you, it's nothing unusual. It would be unreasonable to think that a person could walk through life without making at least one person despise him.