dream ♓ 003 ♓ side b: not interactive
Effects: none
Warnings: minor side-character spoilers for Fruits Basket
Bonus: invisibility
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I thought about Kureno-san's twenty-six years. What he accomplished... what he didn't accomplish...
Akito's position wasn't the only thing I felt was regrettable. I was crying about simpler, much simpler things. The truth is, I'd been left out. During Kureno-san's twenty-six years, I'd been too absent. I had the memories of that one day and was polishing them like a diamond.
"I thought you wouldn't come."
They're standing side-by-side in that hospital room, him leaning on the crutch he holds in his left arm, but neither of them are looking at each other--only forward, backs to the window, like they can't bear to see each other or anything else.
"Why...?"
"I don't... have the right to see you. You spoke to Akito, right? Though there's Akito... I need to do something."
"What?"
All she can do is ask these questions, prompt him to speak but not ask for it. She doesn't understand his life. She was presumptuous to think she did understand his life. She's the one who doesn't have the right to see him--not he her.
She leans down, that flush still present as she takes a deep breath and finishes only with, "I can't tell you."
He looks at her, unsure for a moment, then smiles. Okay.
It's okay to wait now.
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[Uo wakes up crying, pressing the heels of her hands to her eyes. This is not a memory; she does not know what this is. But she feels there's something important there, something sad, and something happy, all at once.]
Warnings: minor side-character spoilers for Fruits Basket
Bonus: invisibility
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I thought about Kureno-san's twenty-six years. What he accomplished... what he didn't accomplish...
Akito's position wasn't the only thing I felt was regrettable. I was crying about simpler, much simpler things. The truth is, I'd been left out. During Kureno-san's twenty-six years, I'd been too absent. I had the memories of that one day and was polishing them like a diamond.
"I thought you wouldn't come."
They're standing side-by-side in that hospital room, him leaning on the crutch he holds in his left arm, but neither of them are looking at each other--only forward, backs to the window, like they can't bear to see each other or anything else.
"Why...?"
"I don't... have the right to see you. You spoke to Akito, right? Though there's Akito... I need to do something."
"What?"
All she can do is ask these questions, prompt him to speak but not ask for it. She doesn't understand his life. She was presumptuous to think she did understand his life. She's the one who doesn't have the right to see him--not he her.
She leans down, that flush still present as she takes a deep breath and finishes only with, "I can't tell you."
He looks at her, unsure for a moment, then smiles. Okay.
It's okay to wait now.
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[Uo wakes up crying, pressing the heels of her hands to her eyes. This is not a memory; she does not know what this is. But she feels there's something important there, something sad, and something happy, all at once.]