Midday, despite the norm, sunlight is not beaming down onto the earth but it's instead dulled by the passing clouds. Inside one of the dormitories however, the effect is amplified by the drawn curtains, where the meagre sunlight bled through the seams.
 
"If only I were, a... boy"
 
The meek voice came from a shadow drawn up in her bed. The veil of dark hair did it's best to hide the identity of the vocalist.
 
"Then I would pick her up
And hold her, and..."
 
A tear swelled in her eye.
 
"Love her, and..."
 
The water droplet escaped from her eye, and leaped across her cheek.
 
"Make her..."
 
Her voice transformed the words into the language of misery, depression has found a partner and her name is Hanako. The girl wilted into a tighter ball as the lyrics ran through her head. The lyrics were fueled by optimism and imagination, Hanako was firmly bound to the harsh reality of Yamaku. A foreign land to the orphan who penned the tale of the heroic puppet that Hanako was escaping in.
 
Escape. It's strange, no matter how far away or how fast she runs, it always seems to tackle her the moment she slows down. Books, Chess, Lilly, Yamaku. Everytime she wanted to hide inside of these things, there is something to pull them away. "Happily Ever After", "checkmate", "Scotland"-
 
Classmates.
 
They are inevitable, but inevitability does not heal the wounds. Something involving salt, or lemons, seems appropriate. Even in the solace of Lilly is there no rest, Lilly is perfect, she has friends, respect, courage-
 
Hisao.
 
Hanako wants tastes blood from the thought of his name, his face, his voice, his kindness, his luck. Hisao got a new life at Yamaku, not a continuation of the constant pain, the pain of knowing that he's not unwanted. Hanako loves him, she wants Hisao; but the biggest chain that holds her down is knowing what Hisao wants. He wants a cripple. A cripple who can't speak for herself, who is just a fucking treasure at the end of a road, who can't even look at herself without knowing that no matter what, that will be the face of a trophy at best, and more realisticly a Christmas Cake. Hisao sees a cripple, a delicate rose to be cured, rather than held, smelled, and enjoyed.
 
*Beep*
 
Hanako's phone reminds her of the passing time outside the dark dorm room. Therapist most likely. Hisao doesn't have her number, and Lilly's busy in Scotland, sitting in the emerald green hills where medival legends breathed and thrived. While Hanako's just waiting in her room, waiting for life to forget that, she exists, maybe then-
 
*Knock*
 
"If I were a boy..." Hanako whispered
 
*knock*
 
"Then I would pick her up
And hold her, and..."
 
*knock*
 
"Love her, and..."
 
*knock*
 
"Make her..."
 
"Beautiful"
 
"Hanako?"