[Yin is fairly opposite in that respect. While she doesn't look back often, on occasion she will allow it, or will find her mind wandering back. But partly, she does so because there is no fear of getting trapped in the past. Her limited emotions allow for it to be nothing more than a replay of events.]
[She steps back just as easily as she stepped into the memories. Yet, she continues to hit the replay button.]
[Right now, all of that is furthest from her mind, Hei being the forefront. He, too, is illuminated, the sun almost piercing and painful behind him. Still, Yin uses her observer spirit to keep looking at him.]
[The tart, one small bite taken from it, is left at the side. Their silence, much like the peace she finds with July, is companionable and mutual. There's no strained need for conversation and an awkward search for words. No pressure. Just Hei and Yin. They fail to be any simpler.]
Cafe;
[She steps back just as easily as she stepped into the memories. Yet, she continues to hit the replay button.]
[Right now, all of that is furthest from her mind, Hei being the forefront. He, too, is illuminated, the sun almost piercing and painful behind him. Still, Yin uses her observer spirit to keep looking at him.]
[The tart, one small bite taken from it, is left at the side. Their silence, much like the peace she finds with July, is companionable and mutual. There's no strained need for conversation and an awkward search for words. No pressure. Just Hei and Yin. They fail to be any simpler.]