It wasn’t that Natsuki didn’t like festivities, she just wasn’t used to being in crowded places. The school was probably the only crowded place she frequently attended. But she had to admit the fall festival looked nice. She’d passed by the place quite a few times on her way to school and back home, and she did look at it everytime. Natsuki didn’t have many memories of festivals in her childhood. Her school did some celebrations but Natsuki didn’t really participate in them. When her mother was more sane, she used to decorate her house and make paper sculptures for Natsuki. She taught her some, and Natsuki still remembered.
She was at home, sat by her desk, resting her shoulder on its surface. Her eyes were focused on her laptop’s screen, but her mind journeyed through the past while she heard a distant music being played in the festival. She’d been trying to prepare some exercises for hours, no success. Natsuki didn’t work that slo