Welcome To The Pink Parade [Invite]

Day after day, it seemed to have been easier and easier to deal with what had happened. With all the experiences that she had went through, the trauma seemed to slowly dissipate. Her head was full of questions, but it was time to forget them, time to write the next chapter; at least that was what she would say. With all that has been going on, she decided that perhaps a move was in order. After getting dressed in short cut jean shorts, a white blouse and her signature red ribbon around her neck, she stepped out of the apartment door for the last time. Slowly she had shut it closed, turned around and knelt down. Carefully, she dug out a folded up sheet of paper from one of the cracks on the floor, opened it up and slowly began to shred it. Soon, the door to her apartment would fade away and go back into the confines of her memory and storybook.

The entire apartment, even the window with the view of the town would disappear completely, as if it weren't ever there. The only thing that both sucked yet was awesome, was that Mai had to go buy a whole new wardrobe and everything. All she had to do was make sure that she still had that awesome credit card with that unlimited credit, UN! She proceeded out of the apartment complex for the last time and headed toward the Karakura Town Square Mall. It was not too far from where she lived, and they always seemed to have good deals for designer labels. Walking among the crowd, she began noticing certain things: People didn't seem to notice her, others were distracted by children... well their children. It was as if the whole ordeal with Mai being hunted had never happened. She wasn't being pursued by some unknown organization, and certainly... she didn't have that feeling of being watched from a long barrel scope that sat on top a sniper rifle.

She crossed her right arm over. A soft, melancholy sigh escaped her lips, the sense of isolation began hitting her again. The writer once again feeling that abandonment as she did years ago. She had that warm embrace, that attachment, and then it was taken from her. All the joys she had ever known were seemingly momentary reliefs. Nothing sustained in her life. She was cursed to be a writer, cursed to be alone.

As she traversed the shops of the Mall, one department store seemed to have a special for all women's apparel, not that Mai was one to want to go out and get all prettied up for some random guy, but maybe this was a way to get her mind off things. She walked in, immediately heading to the lingerie section. She didn't really know why, but this had drawn her attention the moment she had walked in. Out of the group of shoppers in the store, there was one girl who seemed to be awkwardly out of place. She appeared holding a pair of panties up, softly stretching them like some pervert who was really into underwear. She seemed lost by the concept; but what drew Mai to look that way was the feel and aroma that she was giving off. It was one that felt familiar, as if she and Mai were wearing the same perfume. Enriched fragrance of golden flowers, mixed with the finest of honeys, perfected with the steam of refined hot tea.

You know, they weren't made to be tugged like that. Nobody seems to understand that one you stretch them out, they are basically useless.

Mai stopped picking up another pair, transparent and oddly pink.

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