Hello, you've reached Kazuhiko Amamiya. I am unable to come to the phone right now, but if you leave you leave a brief message, someone will get back to you.
[Tight. His chest is so tight, there's no breathing, no way for air to slip through. This time he chokes, something wet and rough. The talk of the teddy bear is irrelevant, though he would not fail in retrieving it. He would leave everything as it is now, every last wrinkle in the bedclothes. He has no right to touch these things... Without thinking, his mouth moves, answering:]
No, I don't regret it. I never will. I regret many things, but meeting you isn't one of them.
[Regret not being able to help... not being able to see, to predict, to profile the way he had before, being blinded by the comfort that he only just regained, the sense of normalcy that he wants so badly, like nothing else in the world. Regret not being real enough... not being real enough to consider, to make an impact. Though logic fights and says yes, there was consideration, and now, now he has an empty apartment. Something that won't change, that shouldn't change, because Yaha is where he belongs, for murder, for killing and helping someone who kills. For being the dangerous man that everyone says he is. But...
There's the consideration, the kindness, the softness. It's there. He can hear it ringing, and his voice nearly snaps out in an echo of pain to Yaha's. It's there, that good that he'd seen before. It's right there, so close he could almost touch... and-
I don't want to be alone. I don't care what he did. It's there, I can see it, why can't you? Why can't everyone?
No, I don't regret it. I never will. I regret many things, but meeting you isn't one of them.
[Regret not being able to help... not being able to see, to predict, to profile the way he had before, being blinded by the comfort that he only just regained, the sense of normalcy that he wants so badly, like nothing else in the world. Regret not being real enough... not being real enough to consider, to make an impact. Though logic fights and says yes, there was consideration, and now, now he has an empty apartment. Something that won't change, that shouldn't change, because Yaha is where he belongs, for murder, for killing and helping someone who kills. For being the dangerous man that everyone says he is. But...
There's the consideration, the kindness, the softness. It's there. He can hear it ringing, and his voice nearly snaps out in an echo of pain to Yaha's. It's there, that good that he'd seen before. It's right there, so close he could almost touch... and-
I don't want to be alone. I don't care what he did. It's there, I can see it, why can't you? Why can't everyone?
Way to fuck shit up. Like you always do.]
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