Towels soaked in blood lay atop the laundry basket.







Coral smiles weakly, she gestures wide. She talks and she talks.







Jiro keeps staring at the floor of Sitara's bedroom. His fists are clenched tight. He already knows what he's going to hear.







































Sunny waits downstairs next to the potted plant in the hall. She's leant against the wall, fidgeting with her nails.





She jolts up at the sound of footsteps. Jiro is trudging down the stairs


Sunny
* Jiro--

—Jiro—
...
→I'm going back.
Don't make this harder than it needs to be
I have to do this. I'm sorry. I know you won't like it. Coral has reasons and reasons but I always knew it was going to come this. It has to be this way. This is going to be stakes under my nails, but I know how to survive it now. You won't believe me but I'm doing it for you.
The difference will be that this time, it's my choice
Thank you
I'm sorry

Sunny
* ...
* You know it doesn't gotta be like this.

—Jiro—
...
Just shut up
→It does
This would be so much easier if I was dead


Coral
* Let's go, Jiro.

—Jiro—
...
...
→Yeah. Let's go home.

Coral holds the door open to where Polyta and Rilly and all the others are waiting for him.




Sunny
* Hey.



Jiro flinches. He holds his composure with a full-body clench.

Sunny
* Sickest cunt there is, right?

—Jiro—
...

Yeah.








He leaves with Coral and the rest of the girls, disappearing into the afternoon sun outside. The front hall is still dark besides the light that spills in through the open door.














Sunny
* Fffuck.