[ He walks and it weighs heavy and weary. Everything Nikaido knew about him was a lie, and she’s — following someone who doesn’t exist. The only thing still ‘real’ about it is that it’s the same pinky that intertwined with hers and made that promise… but if he denies these hands drove knives into the people he loves, then how can he acknowledge the other?
But he does care. He wants her to be happy. It’s just that he doesn’t think that ‘happiness’ is with him.
They walk, and he feels the pain, but it feels distant and dull like through a haze of morphine. Just don’t think about it, has ever been his coward’s solution — but he can’t deny that he hopes that he still hears those footsteps behind him, as sad or as distant as they may be.
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But he does care. He wants her to be happy. It’s just that he doesn’t think that ‘happiness’ is with him.
They walk, and he feels the pain, but it feels distant and dull like through a haze of morphine. Just don’t think about it, has ever been his coward’s solution — but he can’t deny that he hopes that he still hears those footsteps behind him, as sad or as distant as they may be.
Stay with him, please. ]