Apr 02, 2008 18:33
Even though he's gone--even though he was never really here, not the part of him that made him my brother--it still hurt when the curse ended and he was gone. He didn't belong here, and it was never my intention to disturb his final rest. It wasn't really him, but I still wish I could have said good-bye. I never got the chance before.
I spent the morning in one of the churches, and I feel a bit better. It's not that I'd forgotten him, but it was like irritating a wound that had only barely begun to heal.
I think perhaps tomorrow I'll begin to set up the room at the church for choir practices.
Miss Mamori, are your roommates doing okay? Is there anything I can do to help?
[OOC: Strikes are thoughts.]