Eleventh Wind
-Jet was gone. He wasn't coming back. The very sight of his drone sickened her. It was probably in that grief, which she had hidden so well from the world at large, that those memories finally came back to her. Before her arm went missing, before Jet... there he was. He'd been there for her whenever she had needed it. He had always been that constant weight to keep her steady in Mayfield. When things were at their worse... his arms were the ones she had turned to. But when Jet came, it had all ended, hadn't it? How could she have been so cruel to him? Why had the memories been taken away? It must have been the town...
But she'd make it right. She didn't want to ache anymore. She didn't want to feel this pain in her heart. She had to at least talk to him, to tell him one more time that she had, and in many ways still did, love him. She needed to thank him for just... being himself. Maybe then... maybe then she could finally look out to face the day with an honest smile.-
[Phone Filtered to Itachi]
Itachi... can we... talk?
But she'd make it right. She didn't want to ache anymore. She didn't want to feel this pain in her heart. She had to at least talk to him, to tell him one more time that she had, and in many ways still did, love him. She needed to thank him for just... being himself. Maybe then... maybe then she could finally look out to face the day with an honest smile.-
[Phone Filtered to Itachi]
Itachi... can we... talk?