[he isn't sure what that means. between the two of them, the one who has always been in the damnedest pursuit of the future is unquestionably rin. will probably always be rin assuming rin is even around anymore and that's the problem. the question -- the fact that it has even become the form of inquiry without answer. kisumi. rin. everyone else they know.
gone?
i'm asking this for you too makoto says and haru gets it.
he does.
but his own replies are honest too.
where he wanders now, he tugs more at his scarf and it unravels so long that it threatens to brush the backs of his knees, barely hanging onto a snag in his jacket. his chest hurts, feels heavy and sharp and smoked out again and again. he doesn't want this. any of this.
there aren't any real answers, it seems, to give.]
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we didn't talk.
but rin seemed happier.
[he isn't sure what that means. between the two of them, the one who has always been in the damnedest pursuit of the future is unquestionably rin. will probably always be rin assuming rin is even around anymore and that's the problem. the question -- the fact that it has even become the form of inquiry without answer. kisumi. rin. everyone else they know.
gone?
i'm asking this for you too makoto says and haru gets it.
he does.
but his own replies are honest too.
where he wanders now, he tugs more at his scarf and it unravels so long that it threatens to brush the backs of his knees, barely hanging onto a snag in his jacket. his chest hurts, feels heavy and sharp and smoked out again and again. he doesn't want this. any of this.
there aren't any real answers, it seems, to give.]