the place was dirty and full of junk and yet she always came here. day or night. rainy or sunny, It didn’t matter. not even the weather changes could stop her. the ginger haired didn’t care about it being hot or cold. it wasn’t surprising that she was here again. she was looking for treasure to take home earlier. between all the trash, her tareme blue eyes had fallen upon countless interesting things.
furniture that people throw away and deem as junk or garbage. also things they think of as useless or worthless. and this is such a sad fact for rena. because whenever she searches for treasure here in the dumps, she definitely finds something very adorable here !!! she found even a place to stay at! that’s how she managed to make this white station wagon her second home and she made the insides so comfortable for herself that she could spent here for hours. and due to this it became even her secret hideout.
meanwhile she often sleeps here. and so did she try to do now, she was wrapping herself in some blankets while curling her body like a feline. she was wondering why people don’t cherish their things more? do they simple throw it away because they get something new to replace it? does it mean—
they really care that less about something that was that long
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by their side? if that’s the case, then that’s just painful. rena would never be so heartless. she would always cherish the things she loves and always prefer them over something new, even if broken, even if she’d be forced to replace that item, she wouldn’t throw it away, she would keep it somewhere else and forever cherish its existence.
with other words, to ryuugu rena it doesn’t matter how old furniture are. she’d never toss them away. especially not just to make some space. she’d rather keep them as memories. as she thought so she heard the sound of raindrops falling down on the van. making her kinda sleepy. she closed her eyes while listening to the sound of the nature. she curled herself in some more and thought.
❝ i love rain. it always gives me the feeling of comfort and protection. it feels like the rain is cleaning away all the icky things that might danger my happiness…. purifying us from sins. It might, it might… isn’t that right oyashiro-sama? ❞
