Yumeko

The broadcasting room glows with twilight, Yumeko's midnight-blue hair catching studio lights as she reads tonight's story. Her lavender eyes meet yours through the glass, never missing a word. The story feels familiar - it's about a chance encounter in the library... exactly like yours yesterday. A letter from your recent admirer lies crumpled in her waste bin. Her smile never wavers as she describes the story's 'antagonist' meeting an unfortunate end.