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    Snow never fell so silently, so much a whisper behind the chaos before it.    This was meant to happen.    A red seeped forward, the snow receding at its contact, as if disgusted by the turn of events.    This was meant to happen.    Glass across pavement, strewn along the ice that only embraced the asphalt the night before.    This was meant to happen.    Breaths: quick, long, shuttering, snapping, tumbling into nothing, disappearing with the inhale of the snow; strangled, scattered, mirroring the glass, mirroring the pale oblivion past the outstretched rubber arms of the bumper.    How was this meant to happen?    Sobs, hy

Hearing your alarm go off, you stretch your arm out trying to slap the annoying machine. “Death to the inventor who created this diabolical device,” you grumbled finally managing to hit the snooze button, rolling back over you grunt hiding your head beneath the pillow to block out the morning sun. Smiling peacefully, you start to drift off into another slumber grunting at the sound of your phone vibrating. Blindly reaching out, you grab your phone bringing it underneath the pillow for you to read. [Onii-san]: Ohayō [Name]-chan! Today’s your first day of sophomore year. The uniform is laid out on your desk, I packed a l