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--------------- Monday Evening… Days since accident: 15. ... ~ ... ---------------- Tohru heard somewhere that a home wasn’t yours until you somehow made it your own. And yet, they—whoever they was, although “they” must have been plenty wise—never did specify the steps you took to make something your own. Did they leave behind little marks? Did they just whisper the words under their breath, the magic imbuing the space to form a ‘home’? By that logic, Tohru wasn’t sure if she really had a home. Not anymore. Dishware clattered, soon followed by the sound of rushing water from the faucet. Tohru bounced on her toes as she peered out. The pack beside her hip felt both empty and heavy somehow, as it always did during a reconnaissance. Every time she went on her borrowing excursions, she was reminded of times long past—ones she’d spent trying to brave the outdoors (the backyard). She’d never had to worry about that when she lived with her mom. It’d been precisely thirteen years since she