[ and he abruptly shuts off his cerevice, shoves it into his pocket with excessive force, one hand curling into a fist even as the other slackens. the gardens are amass with shadows, all cobbled lights and stagnant pollen, but for once makoto isn't afraid of what lies in the darkness. he doesn't feel much of anything until he's out on the streets on the long way back, and by then it doesn't really matter in the grand scheme of things.
either way, as long as rin and haru reconcile, everything's bound to end alright.
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[ and he abruptly shuts off his cerevice, shoves it into his pocket with excessive force, one hand curling into a fist even as the other slackens. the gardens are amass with shadows, all cobbled lights and stagnant pollen, but for once makoto isn't afraid of what lies in the darkness. he doesn't feel much of anything until he's out on the streets on the long way back, and by then it doesn't really matter in the grand scheme of things.
either way, as long as rin and haru reconcile, everything's bound to end alright.
it has to. ]