Sakura woke up before her alarm.
Not because she was rested.
But because something felt wrong even before she opened her eyes.
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The room was quiet.
Too quiet.
Like sound itself was being careful not to disturb anything.
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She sat up slowly.
"…Haruto…" she whispered immediately.
No hesitation this time.
Just instinct.
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Silence followed.
But it wasn't empty anymore.
It felt… filtered.
Like something was deciding what she was allowed to receive.
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Sakura swung her legs off the bed.
The floor felt normal under her feet.
That was the problem.
Everything still looked like it was trying to pretend nothing was happening.
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She checked her phone.
No new messages.
No warnings.
Nothing.
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"…too quiet…" she muttered.
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Then—
a knock at her door.
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Sakura froze.
"…what?"
Another knock.
Normal. Casual. Human.
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She stood up slowly and walked toward it.
"…who is it?" she asked.
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A pause.
Then a voice from the other side.
Familiar.
Too familiar.
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"…Sakura? Are you awake?"
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Her breath stopped slightly.
"…mom?" she said softly.
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A pause.
Then—
"…yeah. Breakfast is ready."
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Sakura stared at the door.
Something about that felt… off.
Not the voice.
The *fact she answered it at all*.
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She opened the door.
Her mother stood there, holding a tray like nothing unusual was happening.
Smiling slightly.
Normal.
Stable.
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But when Sakura looked at her properly—
there was a tiny hesitation in her expression.
Like her brain had to confirm Sakura belonged there.
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"…good morning," her mother said.
Then paused for a fraction too long.
"…you're… Sakura, right?"
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Sakura's chest tightened.
"…what do you mean 'right'?"
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Her mother blinked.
"…I just… felt like checking."
Then she laughed lightly, brushing it off.
"…don't be weird first thing in the morning."
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But Sakura didn't laugh.
Because she could feel it now.
The shift had reached deeper than before.
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She stepped back slightly.
"…I think I'll skip breakfast."
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Her mother tilted her head.
"…are you okay lately?"
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That question should've been simple.
But Sakura hesitated.
Because she noticed something strange in it.
Not concern.
Not suspicion.
Just… *incomplete recognition*.
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"…I'm fine," Sakura said finally.
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A pause.
Then her mother nodded slowly.
"…okay then."
She turned to leave.
Then stopped.
Like she had forgotten something important.
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"…Sakura…"
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Sakura looked up immediately.
"…yeah?"
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Her mother frowned slightly.
"…I don't know why I called you that just now."
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Silence.
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Then she left.
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Sakura stood in the doorway for a long moment.
Her hands were slightly cold now.
Not from fear.
From understanding.
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"…it's already here…" she whispered.
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Her phone vibrated instantly.
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> **"SOCIAL ANCHOR DEGRADATION: 19%"**
> **"LOCAL RECOGNITION INSTABILITY: CRITICAL"**
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Sakura stared at the screen.
"…nineteen…"
"…that fast?"
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A second message appeared immediately.
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> **"SEPARATION EVENT INITIATION: 6 HOURS REMAINING"**
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Her breath slowed.
"…so this is the countdown…"
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She walked back into her room and sat down slowly.
Not panicking.
Not yet.
Just processing.
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"…Haruto…" she whispered.
This time, no answer came at all.
Not even distortion.
Just silence.
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And that was worse.
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Because now she understood something clearly.
He wasn't being hidden anymore.
He was being prepared for removal.
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Sakura closed her eyes for a moment.
"…you said don't let them rewrite it…" she whispered.
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She opened her eyes again.
"…okay."
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Outside, the world continued normally.
But somewhere underneath it all—
something had already started counting down to the moment she would no longer belong in it the same way.