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Title: Scribble in the Notebook.
Day / Theme: January 17: "Belong not to the real existence of things."
Series: Persona 3
Character / Pairing: Main Character, Akinari
Rating: G
Note: Possible spoilers for the Sun Arcana social link. Main Character finds more than just the man's story in his old notebook.
My friend,
I never really believed that I belonged to the real world. Or perhaps I simply did not want to believe I belonged to an existence that made me what I am. Either way, learning that I was going to die at that age put everything in sort of a surreal light. My life no longer really mattered- only the fact that it was going to end did. It didn’t matter to me and it sure didn’t seem much like it mattered to anyone else. All the healthy people walking by that took their lives for granted never bothered to do anything but look at me with sympathy.
What was the meaning of it all? I sure didn’t know. Was it to sit on my little bench by the shrine and try to enjoy each remaining breath of fresh air that I could manage to take? Was it buried somewhere in the stack of half-read books that I could never finish out of jealousy for their happy endings?
No. That wasn’t where I would find it at all.
I found it in a pink crocodile. In him and the bird that traveled with him on his back. It was you. You sat with me and offered something I had never really known in my short lifetime. The bird didn’t pity the crocodile- nor did he stay away because he was pink. I only hope that I never swallowed you. Of course not. Who am I kidding? It is you, after all.
So I found the end to my story- in more ways than one I suppose you could say. And I can say in full confidence that I probably never would have found and end that I was okay with without you. Perhaps the ancient Greeks were right about something- what truly matters is how you would be remembered and the people who would remember you when you were gone. After all, the lake and the tree the hippo left behind benefited so many other animals once they themselves were gone.
So perhaps I did not have to live very long in this world to really exist after all. Please keep this journal, read my story, and remember.
Thank you. Thank you for remembering me.
Your dear friend,
Akinari
Day / Theme: January 17: "Belong not to the real existence of things."
Series: Persona 3
Character / Pairing: Main Character, Akinari
Rating: G
Note: Possible spoilers for the Sun Arcana social link. Main Character finds more than just the man's story in his old notebook.
My friend,
I never really believed that I belonged to the real world. Or perhaps I simply did not want to believe I belonged to an existence that made me what I am. Either way, learning that I was going to die at that age put everything in sort of a surreal light. My life no longer really mattered- only the fact that it was going to end did. It didn’t matter to me and it sure didn’t seem much like it mattered to anyone else. All the healthy people walking by that took their lives for granted never bothered to do anything but look at me with sympathy.
What was the meaning of it all? I sure didn’t know. Was it to sit on my little bench by the shrine and try to enjoy each remaining breath of fresh air that I could manage to take? Was it buried somewhere in the stack of half-read books that I could never finish out of jealousy for their happy endings?
No. That wasn’t where I would find it at all.
I found it in a pink crocodile. In him and the bird that traveled with him on his back. It was you. You sat with me and offered something I had never really known in my short lifetime. The bird didn’t pity the crocodile- nor did he stay away because he was pink. I only hope that I never swallowed you. Of course not. Who am I kidding? It is you, after all.
So I found the end to my story- in more ways than one I suppose you could say. And I can say in full confidence that I probably never would have found and end that I was okay with without you. Perhaps the ancient Greeks were right about something- what truly matters is how you would be remembered and the people who would remember you when you were gone. After all, the lake and the tree the hippo left behind benefited so many other animals once they themselves were gone.
So perhaps I did not have to live very long in this world to really exist after all. Please keep this journal, read my story, and remember.
Thank you. Thank you for remembering me.
Your dear friend,
Akinari