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Chapter 2

When Tsurara was safely inside her room, she leaned back against the tightly shut shoji door. Then, she could not hold back anymore. Beads of tears that had been Frozen - Uma Aventura Congelante kept falling down to the floor while she sat there for a long time. The pain in her coração was unbearable. Her loved one viewed her no mais than his follower. And it was sad, knowing her amor was not requited, even a bit. It was lucky that she had her own room now, or she would have to explain to Kejouro. She did not want anyone to worry about her affair.

Sometimes, she felt very jealous of Kejouro and Kubinashi's relationship....

Chapter 3

Days passed as Tsurara had to go through the same pattern. She would follow her master to school in the morning, watch him and his dear childhood friend laughing and talking, look as they chatted during lunch break, following him home. Or there would be days when she went to visit the Awarashi's clan. These days were busy, yet the feeling of hollow always took hold of her heart, and she had not felt alive even in one moment. She knew others noticed and worried for her. And she felt guilty for that too. But she could not order her coração to obey anymore. Days she would wear a fake smile,...

Chapter 4

The familiar sound of her mother's shamisen woke her from her slumber as Tsurara opened her golden eyes. The door to the garden was opened and Setsura was leaning on the paper door, holding the instrument in her arms. The song her mother usually played for her when Tsurara was young filled her ears, and gave her the warm feelings of being home, of knowing there was someone who loved her.

Tsurara was lying on the futon she shared with her mother the night before. There were wet spots on the white mattress, where her Frozen - Uma Aventura Congelante tears had melted. She could not recall when did she cry as much...

Chapter 1

She did not know when it started, but she knew that she had loved her Waka for a very long time. It might be when she began to take care of him. It was not amor back then. It was mais likely affection. The little boy was an adorable one, notwithstanding how mischievous he had been. She was always one of his usual victims for his pranks. But that was what make her fond of him. The whole household seemed to be mais lively with his presence.

For Tsurara, it was at first her duty to watch out for him. Then it grew on her as an completely common nature to protect and care for him, to be...