Butterfly Diary 8 - [text - strikes scratched out]
Is Nautilus meant to be a second chance?
I believe that it might be. That means this city is more than just an accident. More than just a place to wait for my sister. Here, I can find a way to make up for my mistakes. Right?
Because I did make a mistake. Together, we made many mistakes, but one was only mine. In a moment, without thinking, I acted selfishly.
She broke her promise, but I was in the wrong, too.
[The words "broke her promise" are jagged and slightly slanted, as if written with a shaky hand. It's as if she didn't want to write that at all - which only emphasizes those three words more.]
More than anything, I want to say that I'm sorry. But I can't.
So I want to do something in the meantime, instead of just waiting. I know that she'll come here, one day, and when that happens, I want to show her that she's always been in my thoughts. Here, I want to make happy memories, and I want to share them with her.
...a man came to my village once, and brought a picture box. I think it was actually called a camera, but I don't remember for sure. It was like a video, only with still images. He took a picture of me and my sister. My face was blurred- It wasn't perfect, but it was interesting to see a real picture of us, preserved forever.
That's what I want. To learn how to use one so that, when the time comes, I can show her everything that she missed. If there is anybody who would be willing to teach me, I would be grateful.
I believe that it might be. That means this city is more than just an accident. More than just a place to wait for my sister. Here, I can find a way to make up for my mistakes. Right?
Because I did make a mistake. Together, we made many mistakes, but one was only mine. In a moment, without thinking, I acted selfishly.
She broke her promise, but I was in the wrong, too.
[The words "broke her promise" are jagged and slightly slanted, as if written with a shaky hand. It's as if she didn't want to write that at all - which only emphasizes those three words more.]
More than anything, I want to say that I'm sorry. But I can't.
So I want to do something in the meantime, instead of just waiting. I know that she'll come here, one day, and when that happens, I want to show her that she's always been in my thoughts. Here, I want to make happy memories, and I want to share them with her.
...a man came to my village once, and brought a picture box. I think it was actually called a camera, but I don't remember for sure. It was like a video, only with still images. He took a picture of me and my sister. My face was blurred- It wasn't perfect, but it was interesting to see a real picture of us, preserved forever.
That's what I want. To learn how to use one so that, when the time comes, I can show her everything that she missed. If there is anybody who would be willing to teach me, I would be grateful.