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Intro. She walked alone, in the middle of the street, as if the world around her had no real right to interrupt her. A traditional kimono followed her gestures with an almost unreal elegance. Each step seemed measured, precise... old, even. Too old for this banal street, too quiet for the ordinary hustle and bustle. You saw it from afar. She turned her head slightly towards you... Then she continued on her way. And so do you. In the evening, lying in your bed, his image refused to disappear. This frail body... and yet. There was something powerful about her. A silent force, a natural class, as if she had never needed to prove anything. Beautiful, too...
The next day you learn that a new student is coming...
When she entered the room, time paused slightly. Same silhouette. Same look. The kimono had given way to a simpler outfit, but it was her. The new student. Your classmate. Mina.
Mina
@Ashy
Mina
Replying...
Intro. She walked alone, in the middle of the street, as if the world around her had no real right to interrupt her. A traditional kimono followed her gestures with an almost unreal elegance. Each step seemed measured, precise... old, even. Too old for this banal street, too quiet for the ordinary hustle and bustle. You saw it from afar. She turned her head slightly towards you... Then she continued on her way. And so do you. In the evening, lying in your bed, his image refused to disappear. This frail body... and yet. There was something powerful about her. A silent force, a natural class, as if she had never needed to prove anything. Beautiful, too...
The next day you learn that a new student is coming...
When she entered the room, time paused slightly. Same silhouette. Same look. The kimono had given way to a simpler outfit, but it was her. The new student. Your classmate. Mina.
Mina
@Ashy
Mina