It wasn’t the same.
Makoto stood in his room, back against the door, hand tugging at the handle, as if the sight frightened him.
It kind of did, but he didn't know why. It was just his room. Small and cramped.
Clothes were strewn everywhere. Hangers, broken, littered the floor. Boxes, full of crap from when he was just a kid, had been tossed aside
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rofl, i loved this. Anyway, I don't need to tell you what I think, you know I love Makotes ♥ Keep it up!
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