ends: (darkness ahead.)
yuzuru otonashi ([personal profile] ends) wrote in [personal profile] thisismagrave 2021-11-07 01:01 am (UTC)

I wasn't connected with anyone when I was alive. I don't remember any parents or anyone looking out for me. If I didn't have money for food, I didn't eat. If I didn't have a job, I wouldn't have a room to stay in.

I just existed, and I didn't know why. Then, I... didn't. I... regret it, I guess.

[ despite what he says, his delivery is extremely flat: it is a mere statement of what he knows to be true thus far. he doesn't know how he died, not definitively, or why. ]

I died, and I know there was at least once where... I was able to reach someone that was lost, someone that had been discarded when he was alive. So, I'm... going to fight like hell to hold onto that feeling. If I get hurt in the process, fine. I'll be able to live knowing I did more than just sit by and exist.

[ noting the tension, he merely rests gently against Rufous. then, he looks down for a moment, his eyes narrowing a little until he pinches the bridge of his nose. no, there's something else. he's working it out. ]

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