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Anywhere. Anywhere could be how she should not feel this way, because they were not to blame for the way her stupid heart tended to have crushes on the most inappropiate people. But it wasn't just that, it was also that her friends were both mad at each other--and now she knew why--and she didn't want to fix it, not this time. She just wanted tea, or booze, or hiding somewhere.

And, oh God, she'd told Naruto to come over this night. For movies, and talking about their unwanted presents. Oh God, how would she face that? How should she even start? Should she honestly be mad at him? He would ask why, and then she'd say it's because he didn't tell her, and he'd say it's not her business and he's not buying it, and then confessions would fly, and things would be known, and the next thing she knew, she'd be on a train back to Hokkaido, because she had gotten oh so used to the coward's way out.

But no. No. Not this time. She'd find away around it, find a way to get over it, and...She'd start with the basics.

"I received a strange picture in my mailbox the last week, and apparently so did Naruto--except his had fragments of glass, shards, in the envelope as well." That would've marked the start.