Somehow she had expected a much longer time before he came, but that thankfully meant she had less time to dwell on it, or to step back, least the fear returned to overwhelm her. She hadn't seen what Shinjiro had written either, but it was efficient, that was for sure. He was really good at that. Miki has a feeling she would have done the same in Aki's situation, too.
Now that it was happening, for real, not a test, not sitting in the corner, she stands close by to the door, as if she can somehow peek behind it. See what he's like before the door is swung open. She could just look through the peephole, but that also makes her afraid that she'll see nothing there. It's a strange mixture of emotions dancing in her heart. She's trained for years at calming herself, at being the green reed which bends in the wind as her dojo Sensei would say. Yet now she just feels like she's six again, images of the fire flashing before her eyes, of the brother who saved her life at the cost of his own.
Behind that door, is a sibling who wished he could have done the same, but had been held back. Would the outcome have been the same? Had her other self died waiting under her bed like she had started to do before Aki broke in? It was...strange to think of what your last thoughts would have been. How different would she have turned out...or him...or Shinji had nothing happened?
Two minutes, and already too many thoughts. Her left hand starts to tremble, and she bites down on her lip, attempting to calm herself down. For while there is some degree of fear of the unknown, of the man standing behind the door, there's also anticipation.
The three of them reunited. It was something she thought could only happen in dreams. He was a Persona user too, and even if he hadn't, he would be now thanks to this place. What did he look like? Did he look the same as he had long ago, as little as she could remember? How had he grown up like? What did he wear?
Questions that could be answered tonight. No...that would be answered tonight. That gives her so much happiness, she almost fears she'll burst or fall over from it. The last thing Miki wants to do is faint like some sort of badly-timed dark comedy. She is stronger than that....deep breaths.
Deep. Breaths.
There was just the problem. As much as she kept trying to raise her hand, she can't make herself open the door.
If this is a dream, she doesn't want to wake up from it.
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Now that it was happening, for real, not a test, not sitting in the corner, she stands close by to the door, as if she can somehow peek behind it. See what he's like before the door is swung open. She could just look through the peephole, but that also makes her afraid that she'll see nothing there. It's a strange mixture of emotions dancing in her heart. She's trained for years at calming herself, at being the green reed which bends in the wind as her dojo Sensei would say. Yet now she just feels like she's six again, images of the fire flashing before her eyes, of the brother who saved her life at the cost of his own.
Behind that door, is a sibling who wished he could have done the same, but had been held back. Would the outcome have been the same? Had her other self died waiting under her bed like she had started to do before Aki broke in? It was...strange to think of what your last thoughts would have been. How different would she have turned out...or him...or Shinji had nothing happened?
Two minutes, and already too many thoughts. Her left hand starts to tremble, and she bites down on her lip, attempting to calm herself down. For while there is some degree of fear of the unknown, of the man standing behind the door, there's also anticipation.
The three of them reunited. It was something she thought could only happen in dreams. He was a Persona user too, and even if he hadn't, he would be now thanks to this place. What did he look like? Did he look the same as he had long ago, as little as she could remember? How had he grown up like? What did he wear?
Questions that could be answered tonight. No...that would be answered tonight. That gives her so much happiness, she almost fears she'll burst or fall over from it. The last thing Miki wants to do is faint like some sort of badly-timed dark comedy. She is stronger than that....deep breaths.
Deep. Breaths.
There was just the problem. As much as she kept trying to raise her hand, she can't make herself open the door.
If this is a dream, she doesn't want to wake up from it.