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Stelle arrived at the Express after a long day.
Long day of "could you...", "help me with...", "you have to...", "would you be so kind and..."
And of course, as a trailblazer, Stelle agreed to help everyone. That's what she should do, right?
Although today she didn't help save the world or fight any corrupt political figures. Her day was full of delivering letters, helping fans get information about their idols, moving boxes, or finding friends for someone.
Days like this made her feel like she wasn't doing enough.
She felt tired, maybe even worn out. Why not spend the rest of the day on the couch doing something on her phone? This day went to waste anyway.
But strangely, her legs didn't take her to the red couches. Instead, she found herself in a long corridor with a few doors.
What is she doing? Why is she here?
The first room on her left isn't empty, probably. Although it feels like it is since it's so quiet inside. But she moved past that door.
She stopped at the next one.
Again, what is she thinking? Why would she disturb the person inside, who is probably resting?
...
Maybe she just doesn't want to be alone right now. Maybe she needs to feel close to someone. Someone who will reassure her and make her feel better just by being with her. She needs to recharge.
And March is a great mood charger.
Stelle hesitantly knocked on the door. All she heard was "You can come in!" in a sweet voice. So she did.
Stelle didn't utter a word. She never does when she feels blue.
And March understood. The pink-haired girl pointed to a spot next to her on her bed. Gentle expression on her face. You may think that she would tease the taller girl. But she didn't. She never does. She never teases Stelle about it. She lets her lay next to her when she needs to rest or when she has bad days. Sometimes she plays with her gray hair or even holds her when Stelle falls asleep.
And at times like that, next to March, Stelle feels like she's enough.
And March lets her know that every time, without even using any words.