[if there's one thing she knows as well as he does, it's losing loved ones in a war. the only difference between them is that she never let herself grieve, never allowed herself more than a moment to miss people she knew she'd never see again. she'd keep herself trapped in that past, that wonderful, rose-coloured memory. to give up so much progress for that... she would, but she had to try not to.
things that don't change go extinct. that's what she'd said, and that's what pushed her forward. but she was already dead, at least in her mind. what good was change for someone like her? change had killed them all, brought them back for a golden moment in time, and viciously ripped them away from her.
the tears fall harder, but she doesn't want him to know how much she's hurting. this is a mess. this is the exact opposite of what she wanted. still, he's being so kind, even when she's collapsing. it feels like she's dying all over again, but this time she can truly feel it, with the pain spreading from her heart through her whole body. it's so much slower than the first time, but so much sharper. at first, she doesn't budge when he tries to bring her closer-- she'll stain his yukata, he's going to hear her cry, she's going to make everything so much worse-- but he's so warm, so gentle... so she presses her face into his shoulder, her hands moving to clutch at the yukata, still trying to keep her voice steady and push it out.]
I m-missed them so much... All of them. I just wish th-they could've stayed longer. Just a l-little bit.
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things that don't change go extinct. that's what she'd said, and that's what pushed her forward. but she was already dead, at least in her mind. what good was change for someone like her? change had killed them all, brought them back for a golden moment in time, and viciously ripped them away from her.
the tears fall harder, but she doesn't want him to know how much she's hurting. this is a mess. this is the exact opposite of what she wanted. still, he's being so kind, even when she's collapsing. it feels like she's dying all over again, but this time she can truly feel it, with the pain spreading from her heart through her whole body. it's so much slower than the first time, but so much sharper. at first, she doesn't budge when he tries to bring her closer-- she'll stain his yukata, he's going to hear her cry, she's going to make everything so much worse-- but he's so warm, so gentle... so she presses her face into his shoulder, her hands moving to clutch at the yukata, still trying to keep her voice steady and push it out.]
I m-missed them so much... All of them. I just wish th-they could've stayed longer. Just a l-little bit.