[Private to Sakura, oooooh so very private to Sakura]

[impassive_eyes]

(writing is hurried, panicked, smeared and blotched to the point of near-illegibility)

Sakura.

I--

I'm sorry. And I know that doesn't make a difference, and it shouldn't. That's not what this is about.

There's something.

I have to

I have to say it because I can't understand it, understand what this means until I say it out loud to someone, anyone, just to prove I'm not

that this isn't a nightmare or a dream or just a sick joke, and

I can't write it. I can't, because

I can't look at this. I can't look at it. It hurts.

I--

I can't tell you until we meet, but if you don't come, I wouldn't blame you. If it were me, I might not come. I--I don't know.

I'll be at the Astronomy Tower at sunset.

If you don't come, I'll.....

Please come, Sakura. I can't trust anyone else with this.

I--

I need you.