[Hurt, yes. There's pain there, existing right along with everything that's vying for his attention, but it's different. She may have triggered the actions, but she never wielded the knife, so it's not her fault. It's her life to live, always had been, and she has every right to choose how she wanted to spend it. Her life was her own to make.]
The school roof?
[There's plenty of memories there for him. It's almost funny, really, if he had the heart to laugh. That's where he'd go when he'd skip class, and then Aki would come and wake him up there afterwards. Never scolded him for it. As long as he'd be able to graduate alongside him, he guesses, Aki didn't care how often he went to school. Or maybe he did but had learned nagging him about it was useless. Heh. That'd be a first.
But Shinjiro supposes that if he could pick a place to die, that would be it. It was always warm and calm and peaceful up there. Just you and the sun and the sky.
His throat feels like it's swallowed gravel, and the words that come out are just as raw.]
I'll remember.
[And I'll be there.
He'll try, though he doesn't know how he can. How he's supposed to when he might not be able to recall anything at all? But maybe... maybe if this place allows him to take home a single memory, a single minute in time, maybe it'll let him take this. Enough of a memory to give him a subtle push in the right direction, just enough to make him remember just a little bit earlier, and give him enough time for him to make use of his uncooperative legs of his and run. And maybe be lucky enough to be able to say goodbye.
(Shit. She wasn't supposed to die in the first place.)]
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The school roof?
[There's plenty of memories there for him. It's almost funny, really, if he had the heart to laugh. That's where he'd go when he'd skip class, and then Aki would come and wake him up there afterwards. Never scolded him for it. As long as he'd be able to graduate alongside him, he guesses, Aki didn't care how often he went to school. Or maybe he did but had learned nagging him about it was useless. Heh. That'd be a first.
But Shinjiro supposes that if he could pick a place to die, that would be it. It was always warm and calm and peaceful up there. Just you and the sun and the sky.
His throat feels like it's swallowed gravel, and the words that come out are just as raw.]
I'll remember.
[And I'll be there.
He'll try, though he doesn't know how he can. How he's supposed to when he might not be able to recall anything at all? But maybe... maybe if this place allows him to take home a single memory, a single minute in time, maybe it'll let him take this. Enough of a memory to give him a subtle push in the right direction, just enough to make him remember just a little bit earlier, and give him enough time for him to make use of his uncooperative legs of his and run. And maybe be lucky enough to be able to say goodbye.
(Shit. She wasn't supposed to die in the first place.)]