A quick little drabble of sorts?
I've been enjoying my free time away from Tokyo. I've...really been learning a lot about life here. How to be a normal kid, not have the weight of the world on my shoulders. No one hardly treats me any differently except for the fact that well, I have a "funny accent" and I continuously use honorifics unless told specifically not to.
So I've begun writing. This might be considered a...beginning. Because it's about the beginning, the beginning of this crazy romance that sometimes is and sometimes isn't with Kaworu.
Things were different, After. It was as though everything Before had been some sort of terrible nightmare we were just waking from. And yet, something in me knew it wasn't, and wondered constantly if this were not the dream, that in a moment, we'd all wake from this...new peace and be thrust into a world of horrors again, where science had taken the place of humanity of religion...where I had killed. Killed the first person to simply love me for who I was, killed him at his request.
I still hope it was only a bad dream. But I can't help but remember.
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I can still remember the way he looked at me, impassively, telling me in that factual, clear voice "I love you." That night spent with him, simply talking, it was truly the first time I had felt so peaceful, so at ease. It was like talking to an angel, only not the sort I was fighting. The sort I half-remember stories of still from so long ago, the beings that protect us.
I think he was more an angel than any other angel I ever was forced to fight.
So far, I know it's not much. But I'd like to continue it, perhaps. With ideas for the future. Hopes, dreams...
Kaworu, I miss you.
So I've begun writing. This might be considered a...beginning. Because it's about the beginning, the beginning of this crazy romance that sometimes is and sometimes isn't with Kaworu.
Things were different, After. It was as though everything Before had been some sort of terrible nightmare we were just waking from. And yet, something in me knew it wasn't, and wondered constantly if this were not the dream, that in a moment, we'd all wake from this...new peace and be thrust into a world of horrors again, where science had taken the place of humanity of religion...where I had killed. Killed the first person to simply love me for who I was, killed him at his request.
I still hope it was only a bad dream. But I can't help but remember.
---
I can still remember the way he looked at me, impassively, telling me in that factual, clear voice "I love you." That night spent with him, simply talking, it was truly the first time I had felt so peaceful, so at ease. It was like talking to an angel, only not the sort I was fighting. The sort I half-remember stories of still from so long ago, the beings that protect us.
I think he was more an angel than any other angel I ever was forced to fight.
So far, I know it's not much. But I'd like to continue it, perhaps. With ideas for the future. Hopes, dreams...
Kaworu, I miss you.