Under the limited sky I softly whisper the words over and over
Who: Nagi and Yohji
When: September 19, evening
Where: Sector 4, near the mess Nagi made in July
Summary: A conversation far less strange than Nagi thinks
Warnings: Dead girlfriend angst
He'd moved for plenty of reasons, but Nagi had put off taking the last of his things from the old apartment to the new one because that meant completely getting rid of the memories he had of being there with Tot in her brief time in the city. All of their time together seemed cursed to be short and end in tragedy. Nagi could all but hear Schuldig in his head saying that love always ended that way; Nagi didn't care and never had. For all his hatred of people, Nagi still had seeds of faith in some things. That'd been part of what pushed him down his current path at home, after all.
The landlord at the apartment had told him to get the last of his things -- her things, really -- out or he'd throw them away in the morning. That was incentive enough for him to make the final trip to the small apartment with a box large enough to not ruin any of the dresses he'd bought while she was around. They'd stay in his closet in the new place, just in case. He'd seen plenty of people return after being taken away and there was no reason to be certain she wouldn't be the same one day.
With that done, he floated the box in the air near him and found himself walking towards the place she'd died. Nagi didn't know why, really, but he felt like making a brief trip there.
When: September 19, evening
Where: Sector 4, near the mess Nagi made in July
Summary: A conversation far less strange than Nagi thinks
Warnings: Dead girlfriend angst
He'd moved for plenty of reasons, but Nagi had put off taking the last of his things from the old apartment to the new one because that meant completely getting rid of the memories he had of being there with Tot in her brief time in the city. All of their time together seemed cursed to be short and end in tragedy. Nagi could all but hear Schuldig in his head saying that love always ended that way; Nagi didn't care and never had. For all his hatred of people, Nagi still had seeds of faith in some things. That'd been part of what pushed him down his current path at home, after all.
The landlord at the apartment had told him to get the last of his things -- her things, really -- out or he'd throw them away in the morning. That was incentive enough for him to make the final trip to the small apartment with a box large enough to not ruin any of the dresses he'd bought while she was around. They'd stay in his closet in the new place, just in case. He'd seen plenty of people return after being taken away and there was no reason to be certain she wouldn't be the same one day.
With that done, he floated the box in the air near him and found himself walking towards the place she'd died. Nagi didn't know why, really, but he felt like making a brief trip there.