EMPTY SHELL

It's been days since Blanche was worried sick about her cousin. It is unusual for Sumire to skip breakfast and became silent. She doesn't even eat the hidden snacks in the big fridge inside her room. She no longer touches her favorite unnamed dessert, like her cravings for fruit and ice cream, marshmallows, and milkshakes she dearly loves.

It's also rare to see the maiden never fights Narco when she is the one who consumed her own food. Though Sumire was no longer crying than the last time, she can be seen hugging the hotdog pillow while staring into the nothingness. She doesn't utter even a single word and just stays in the same position.

Blanche sighed heavily as if Sumire was like a broken living doll now. Her eyes freeze. She doesn't bother to blink. Those orbs seem like a hole of dark abyss; dull and dead. No sign of emotions cruising in her beautiful pair of midnight orbs. She no longer cares to fix her messy hair. Sumire used to put on light makeup to make her babies look han