♥ 37 ♠ ♣ [Accidental Video; Japanese] ♦
[A small hand can be seen when the feed starts. The communicator seems to be lying on it's side. It's on a desk. The hand has a purple skinny marker. Amu sighs a bit and stops for a second only to start writing again.
After a few moments she stops and folds the slightly torn sheet of paper in thirds. She takes her marker again and writes something on top before capping it and setting the paper on a small stack of other papers.
Amu puts her elbows up on the desk and leans on over the desk, presumably on her hands. Though the camera can only capture everything from her chest to the desk. Amu's red tie seems to be loosened and she doesn't have her black blazer on.
She moves again, this time to take all the papers from the desk. She holds them and sighs again.]
Yamamoto-kun.
[She takes the upper most letter and places it on the desk.]
Kukai.
[She repeats the action and does so for every name she lists.]
Sensei. Vincent-san. Lucrecia-san. Elysia. Daisuke-kun. Euphemia-san. Luke. Takao-kun. Italy-san. Masaya.
[There's a small pause. Anyone who recognizes these names also knows that they were taken away.
Amu sighs again as she looks at the few remaining letters.]
They came back. But don't remember me...
[Another small pause before Amu lightly whispers the remaining names.]
Canada-san. Gokudera. Yuuri. Nunally.
[Amu places all the letters at the corner of her small desk before she disappears. Her shugo chara appear and have small sad looks on their faces.]
Ne, Amu-chan. Are you feeling better, desu?
A bit. Writing those letters helped me.
[Amu reappears, a small red ribbon in her hand. She takes the letters and ties the ribbon around them.]
What'd you write?
Just... [Amu pauses before walking away with the letters.]
I just gave my goodbyes the way I wanted to.
But some of them came back
But they don't remember me. It's not the old them. The ones that helped me when I first got here.
[Another pause.]
It's okay though. 'Cause I wrote these letters.
[And the feed on the communicator stops.]
After a few moments she stops and folds the slightly torn sheet of paper in thirds. She takes her marker again and writes something on top before capping it and setting the paper on a small stack of other papers.
Amu puts her elbows up on the desk and leans on over the desk, presumably on her hands. Though the camera can only capture everything from her chest to the desk. Amu's red tie seems to be loosened and she doesn't have her black blazer on.
She moves again, this time to take all the papers from the desk. She holds them and sighs again.]
Yamamoto-kun.
[She takes the upper most letter and places it on the desk.]
Kukai.
[She repeats the action and does so for every name she lists.]
Sensei. Vincent-san. Lucrecia-san. Elysia. Daisuke-kun. Euphemia-san. Luke. Takao-kun. Italy-san. Masaya.
[There's a small pause. Anyone who recognizes these names also knows that they were taken away.
Amu sighs again as she looks at the few remaining letters.]
They came back. But don't remember me...
[Another small pause before Amu lightly whispers the remaining names.]
Canada-san. Gokudera. Yuuri. Nunally.
[Amu places all the letters at the corner of her small desk before she disappears. Her shugo chara appear and have small sad looks on their faces.]
Ne, Amu-chan. Are you feeling better, desu?
A bit. Writing those letters helped me.
[Amu reappears, a small red ribbon in her hand. She takes the letters and ties the ribbon around them.]
What'd you write?
Just... [Amu pauses before walking away with the letters.]
I just gave my goodbyes the way I wanted to.
But some of them came back
But they don't remember me. It's not the old them. The ones that helped me when I first got here.
[Another pause.]
It's okay though. 'Cause I wrote these letters.
[And the feed on the communicator stops.]