Itsuki’s flat, New Hallandren
Itsuki awakens. This is not strange, or it should not be anyway. And it isn’t, not really. But Itsuki can’t help searching the room, even after all these years, for Vinette. She would often come, early in the morning before Itsuki awoke, on the nights when she didn’t stay over. And they’d just sit, her in a chair, him in his bed, content. Not needing to speak.
That feeling of not needing to do anything is one of the things that Itsuki misses the most from their relationship.
But now she is gone. He has to remind himself of this every day. It still hurts, her leaving, so suddenly. He would do anything to have her back.
That’s what he tells himself, at least.
But now those days of solace are gone, and Itsuki has a job to do. So he goes through the motions, as much as he doesn’t want to. Getting up is the first challenge, but he manages. His hands push against the bed—T’Telirite in design, with brightly painted wood contrasting with the boring black sheets that Itsuki prefers. He takes his pajamas off and instead puts on a colorful Tinningdar. Itsuki wasn’t Terris, but he managed to get a job at a Terris restaurant, so he’d wear the uniform required by the waiters. Then he brushes his teeth, cooks a mediocre miso broth with a few vegetables floating in it for breakfast, and leaves his flat for another boring day at work. If only something more interesting would happen, something to rival the arrival of Vinette. But nothing that interesting would happen for a while, and hadn’t for far too long.
Still, Itsuki could hope.