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Prologue

Golden-brown stared at the scene before her. Her eyes slowly watering with hurt and back-stab; her chest beginning to restrict as the glass bottle with hope shattered. The little pieces of glass seeming to stab deep within her young, naive heart.

Her Senpai and his best friend, Asagi.

Their lips locked in such a tight embrace as if glue had stuck them together. His hands snaking around her hour glass waist while her hands caressed his soft bluish-silver hair.

I-I thought he... But why did he do those indecent things to me?

Swiftly turning away the young Sword Shaman runs out of the clinical office; betrayal and back-stab bruising her innocent mind.

Th-They looked like they loved each other. I know Asagi-san will take good care of Senpai. Maybe this is good. Maybe this was suppose to happen.

Suddenly halting in her next step the young girl grips her chest, her breath hitching at a thought.

Maybe I could just resign from being Senpai's observer. Sayaka-san can be his observer now. She'll do a better job than me.

Feeling a slight smile tug her lips the young girl brushes away her fallen tears; her hands trembling at the motion.

You shouldn't cry Himmeragi. There's nothing to be sad about. And you know it.

Slowly retrieving her phone from her pocket her fingers dial a number; listening to the rings as it calls, she clears her voice.

"I would like to resign." She murmurs, desperately trying to hide the quiver in her voice.

"Confirmed. Be ready for pick in three days." A deep, cool voice grunts from the other end.

Clicking end Himmeragi begins to make her way home, even so slightly swaying a bit on the way. Tears still steaming down her smooth, fragile face. Her heart slowly breaking to pieces.