#writes this after 5393992 years ...

[wellfell]

they didn't even have this many relatives to begin with . half of the people who came to their way too humble house to give akina their useless condolences , were either curious about the case or simply wanted to show face and brag about helping out the lonely girl out of her misery after her little sister died . akina preferred their money over their stupid sympathy but she goes through half of the day with soft blinks of her eyes - nods , tries her best to smile when they rub her shoulder . the casket is closed , nobody sees anita's face and naturally , they talk behind her back when they leave the house . akina doesn't have the patience nor strength to answer them so she simply stares at them . all of this to say , she has no idea who the man was in the corner . thankfully silent , just looking around and trying to approach her somehow to pay his condolences too . akina lets him suffer for a few minutes before eventually making her way toward him . a slight smile tugs on her lips , darker shades of red and black paints under her eyes . near the tiny balcony that looks over the neighborhood , not a big one but if you listen closely you'll always hear police sirens around . when he does turn around , she gently bows a little , hands clasped in front of herself . forced show of politeness that akina was doing simply out of habit . practiced it through the years since her childhood like the rest of her country's children . ‘ sorry , i didn't see you . you seem familiar . ‘ she stands beside him . inside her house , an old woman had taken over the job of taking care of and greeting the guests ; akina doesn't know who it is . ‘ are you one of anita's friends ? she had a lot . ‘

* plotted starter. @justsurvival