you're right. I'm asking this for myself but I'm asking this for you, too
[ his breath slows, fixated at one point.
if he's transfixed, it's only because now — at the crux of straining nerves and tension scribbled into his knotted fingers — that he fears with an intensity that could very well kill him. words scabbed over in fluent dispassion: an honest lie. deceit growing truer edges. and maybe that in itself is too impersonal, because he would give up the world for the safety of his friends, again and again, never learning better from it. his mouth thins as he drops his head.
makoto can realize uselessness even in himself, but he keeps pressing on like he can't comprehend limits beyond exponential decay. avowals bleeding open in a serrated fistful of good intentions. ]
can you tell me?
[ please, haru. i know it's selfish, but i want to understand, too.
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but I'm asking this for you, too
[ his breath slows, fixated at one point.
if he's transfixed, it's only because now — at the crux of straining nerves and tension scribbled into his knotted fingers — that he fears with an intensity that could very well kill him. words scabbed over in fluent dispassion: an honest lie. deceit growing truer edges. and maybe that in itself is too impersonal, because he would give up the world for the safety of his friends, again and again, never learning better from it. his mouth thins as he drops his head.
makoto can realize uselessness even in himself, but he keeps pressing on like he can't comprehend limits beyond exponential decay. avowals bleeding open in a serrated fistful of good intentions. ]
can you tell me?
[ please, haru. i know it's selfish, but i want to understand, too.
that sentiment goes unwritten. ]