[ Monika her blank face appears through the static as it clears momentarily. Her shoulders are hunched, her fists balled in her lap. She almost seems...receptive.
However, her hands soon grasp her skirt tightly. Her posture gets rigid. A faint overlay of red stains the static as she mumbles out the first line of her most precious song, a stark dichotomy to the haunting images that have come up. ]
Every day...I imagine a future where I can be with you...
those songs are so pretty ;~;
However, her hands soon grasp her skirt tightly. Her posture gets rigid. A faint overlay of red stains the static as she mumbles out the first line of her most precious song, a stark dichotomy to the haunting images that have come up. ]
Every day...I imagine a future where I can be with you...