[Preview Post Deux] Redux
Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened
~T.S. Eliot
Jun stayed where he was, staring balefully across the corridor to the signboard on the opposite wall with tacked up fliers.
Student Tutors Available- Call the Board of Student Affairs for Information!
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“Your mother tells me that the tutoring program called the house, wondering if you’d resigned without notice.”
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As he got to the last, blood-splattered page, he bit his lip. Staring at the scrawl didn't help- he'd tried that for hours initially, when the other form beyond the curtain was sleeping, and it still meant nothing.
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"If I kill you, I can die, you should have let me die, I have to kill you!"
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"I came to tell you about the memorial they're having. For the students who... aren't coming back."
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“My name is Matsumoto Jun. Next fall, I will graduate with my degree in accounting from the University of Central Tokyo.”
I want to breathe, I want to grow
I say I want it but I don't know how
I look, I bleed, I beg and pray
I'm better off dead.
-Radiohead