Through the trees she could just makes out two forms coming out of the woods to her right, walking in her general direction. Her heart pounded against her chest, like someone was repeatedly punching her. It was a familiar sensation. It took her back to those moments when she would hide in the closet. The first few minutes were always the worst. The fear would threaten to pull her apart, feeling like any second the door would swing open and her father would be there to grab her by the hair and drag her out.

            They won't see me, she squeezed her eyes shut, frightened of even crouching lower, in case they saw the movement, and praying the light wouldn't catch her bright red yukata against the d...

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