☆ twelfth | written
I wish I could say that I'll set this aside and walk forward. But it's you.
I remember that I who I became-he was happy. Because you asked him to do it. It was all for you.
Would you really have
Keep it together, Allen Walker. You can't know for sure. This doesn't change any of it. Even if you're restored in the same state, the loss might be enough. You've bet on less before.
*
I can't say I'm not glad that the summer's ending. Even with the air conditioning, I think I nearly boiled in my clothes. I wonder if that wouldn't have appealed better to the spirits.
And I know I've been a bit scarce recently-so, in case there haven't been enough offers, here's mine as well. My name is Allen Walker. If anyone needs help settling in, I'm free to give a hand with whatever I can.
[ Having spent the better part of a month avoiding his usual haunts, and more specifically the friends he runs into, Allen Walker has finally found his way down to the southernmost lake in order to try again with Sona. Well, it's out of the way! What isn't out of the way in this situation is. . . well, Allen himself. Even from a distance, the splash of rejection is high and obvious. As is his voice as he. . . talks to a lake. ]
I'm sorry! I did say I was sorry!
[ ooc | Forward-dated to afternoon of the 17th. ]
I remember that I who I became-he was happy. Because you asked him to do it. It was all for you.
Would you really have
Keep it together, Allen Walker. You can't know for sure. This doesn't change any of it. Even if you're restored in the same state, the loss might be enough. You've bet on less before.
*
I can't say I'm not glad that the summer's ending. Even with the air conditioning, I think I nearly boiled in my clothes. I wonder if that wouldn't have appealed better to the spirits.
And I know I've been a bit scarce recently-so, in case there haven't been enough offers, here's mine as well. My name is Allen Walker. If anyone needs help settling in, I'm free to give a hand with whatever I can.
[ Having spent the better part of a month avoiding his usual haunts, and more specifically the friends he runs into, Allen Walker has finally found his way down to the southernmost lake in order to try again with Sona. Well, it's out of the way! What isn't out of the way in this situation is. . . well, Allen himself. Even from a distance, the splash of rejection is high and obvious. As is his voice as he. . . talks to a lake. ]
I'm sorry! I did say I was sorry!
[ ooc | Forward-dated to afternoon of the 17th. ]