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Burn Brightly
Sherry had never liked feeling hurt. Not the physical pain, but rather the emotional setback of losing a friend. With Vega gone again, she had made sure she didn't cry. In fact, she'd hardly publicly moped.
Someday, just like that, he'd come back. And maybe she'd be a little order and even taller than her friend, but... but he'd be back. With a little sigh, far too old for someone her age, Sherry looked back and forth between her homework and the Bleed on a fatty-couch on the Observation Deck. The complex work wasn't hard for her, not really, but what did they expect when she preferred to stay out of sight? Sticking just out of her blue bag, was an old, odd-looking book, hidden behind her legs.
"Mom's going to run out of material for me to learn, at this rate." She yawned and rubbed her eyes, turning her attention back to the Bleed for a moment.
Someday, just like that, he'd come back. And maybe she'd be a little order and even taller than her friend, but... but he'd be back. With a little sigh, far too old for someone her age, Sherry looked back and forth between her homework and the Bleed on a fatty-couch on the Observation Deck. The complex work wasn't hard for her, not really, but what did they expect when she preferred to stay out of sight? Sticking just out of her blue bag, was an old, odd-looking book, hidden behind her legs.
"Mom's going to run out of material for me to learn, at this rate." She yawned and rubbed her eyes, turning her attention back to the Bleed for a moment.