Clutching her teddy bear close to her chest,
eyes downcast, forlornly she sits alone.
She hoped returning the sketchbook was best,
but still can't interpret that gaijin's tone.

The first instinct came: curl into a ball,
but embarrasment she knew would follow.
She stood her ground, a brave girl all in all,
choosing to walk the path of her sorrow.

Now Yuki, alone, just stares at her bear,
waiting for her emotions to settle.
Her world falls away, she can't seem to care,
an emotional test of her mettle.

Her father walks in, she's breaking his heart,
Turns her face up, "I'm in love with his art".

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