It seems the two of them had scouted out the same dark corner to hide into, a place where no one seemed to notice, and therefore, Sakura could sit there in peace without being bothered by further prospects of hope and ambition.
She had noticed this girl settle down in the exact same position as her, though Sakura herself had done a pretty decent job of blending into her surroundings, making herself a part of the furniture. When the cloaked figure sat down beside her, she tightened her arms around her knees, expecting a talk of some sort, but she was met with a comforting silence. By the atmosphere, perhaps there was another here who shared her sentiments... Not that she's glad for that. She wouldn't wish this feeling on anyone.
She considers striking up the conversation herself, the part of her that still wants to try seeking freedom, but she swallows it down. What, she's going to try making a friend even here? In this situation? And even if that were to go well, she couldn't offer anything but misery. That's just who she is.
But she hears the voice, soft and delicate— belonging to a young girl, and it helps to compel her to speak. She can't really do anything on her own... It isn't like she could make a positive difference, but there only needs to be one person here to endure all of the misfortune.
"Are those the names of your friends...?" she says suddenly, without concern that she has eavesdropped. She doesn't look her way; instead, she lowers her chin down upon her knees. Her voice is flat, seemingly unconcerned, but that's simply the best she can manage right now.
hi lets be emo together lol
She had noticed this girl settle down in the exact same position as her, though Sakura herself had done a pretty decent job of blending into her surroundings, making herself a part of the furniture. When the cloaked figure sat down beside her, she tightened her arms around her knees, expecting a talk of some sort, but she was met with a comforting silence. By the atmosphere, perhaps there was another here who shared her sentiments... Not that she's glad for that. She wouldn't wish this feeling on anyone.
She considers striking up the conversation herself, the part of her that still wants to try seeking freedom, but she swallows it down. What, she's going to try making a friend even here? In this situation? And even if that were to go well, she couldn't offer anything but misery. That's just who she is.
But she hears the voice, soft and delicate— belonging to a young girl, and it helps to compel her to speak. She can't really do anything on her own... It isn't like she could make a positive difference, but there only needs to be one person here to endure all of the misfortune.
"Are those the names of your friends...?" she says suddenly, without concern that she has eavesdropped. She doesn't look her way; instead, she lowers her chin down upon her knees. Her voice is flat, seemingly unconcerned, but that's simply the best she can manage right now.