Reincarnated Into A Dead Woman's Body In Another World

Asobi left the room, leaving Jotou to sit down with her own thoughts. "That’s everything... Now what? Do I just stay put? I can’t do that."

Jotou looked around the room. The luggage she knew carried a plush puppy of all things—carrying it around like a child.

"A child... Twenty-one and I still act like one..." Jotou sighed, "Maybe that’s the truth of being an adult. You can either be swept away by the current and become mundane—watch your life go by.

Day by day, week by week, year by year... Miserable. Or, you can choose to explore your creativity; do what you like, what you think is best for you.

And like that, everyone can’t help but feel childish. Because, it seems like a child’s dream to be happy; or even just be okay and not have to worry about everything in life coming to get you.

Or maybe it’s just a special some—like me. Who never really got to be a normal kid; I took my parents’ dreams and aspirations and made them my own.

Well, I can’t be blaming them anymore; I’m me. The choices I made, in all that stress between life and death, and losing my own sanity.

All from a lack of patience, judgement and coming from complete stress and shock. I never dealt with it, I kept pushing it away.

I have to deal with it now. I need to know what outcome I want; what goal I have in mind. I want to protect them, but I also need to trust in them. I’ll figure it out, one thought at a time."

Jotou glanced as the door handle shifted, "Are you finished with your little one-on-ones?" Hotaru peeked in.

A small smirk grew on the blonde, "Yup. Come on in. It’s time to plan out what we do from here." ’Slight amendment. We’ll figure it out.’

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