Shige:

One morning I wake up and as I sleepily make my way to the kitchen for breakfast, I realize that I can’t hear the woman next door who religiously says a 10-minute goodbye to her overweight cat at this time every morning until I think about her. I can’t hear the man downstairs with an overly perverted mind nor see the graphic images until I ( Read more... )

Up until now it is like we have been rising up towards a certain point, like when everything led to its peak not too long ago and ended with rushed goodbyes and visions in dreams.

Is that what will happen again? We have risen up to get to this point, but when there are so many weights being strapped to our backs, is there anything to keep us ( Read more... )

Ryo:

I reach into my pocket and feel around for the familiar shape of the key I haven’t used since I packed up some of Shige’s clothes to send to him right after XMA. When I open the door, I remove my shoes and Shige calls to me from where he is standing in front of a sink full of dishes.

“When did you have time to dirty all of these? I’m ( Read more... )

Ryo:

“Who is she?” Shige asks, and I wonder if the anxiety over asking that very question is what has kept him quiet this morning.

We’re driving back to the house and finally, things will begin to return to normal. I found a job, Shige insists on returning to school at the normal time even though I’ve shared my thoughts about him being in an ( Read more... )

Present Day:

Shige:

I feel the cold sea breeze tickle my face. I hear the calming sound of the water. I watch as Koyama flips open a lighter and stares at the glow of the flame.

“I wonder if it’s possible to renew a love that is fading,” he says and flips the lighter shut.

Is it? Or is it as hopeless as trying to save a struggling flame in ( Read more... )

It's been a while since I last updated...well, only 2 weeks but it seems like it's been more than that.  I figured I'd post a short update for anyone waiting on part 2 ( Read more... )

Ryo:

Sometimes it seems like I’m always counting down to something. Long hours are saturated with anticipation, and seconds are filled with frustration.

If I'm used to it, why is it that waiting is still hard to bear? They tell me “We’re still here, so he’s okay!”

But in my mind, that place and that situation don’t fit within my definition of ( Read more... )

I teleport to the door in the back of the room, or what’s left of it, and open it, running into the hallway and looking in every room I can. They all look the same. Jail cells. Some covered in blood from mutants whose bodies are not yet used to their powers, and some in shambles from those who came around to join us the last time - the ones who, ( Read more... )

Why do we run?  Is it because we are afraid we won’t get there fast enough if we take too much time?  Do we run for the fear of the words “It’s too late?”

Or do we run because it is too painful to stay in the current situation? We run to find a haven, a comfort like that of a mother’s arms or of warm, yellow sunlight that filters in from the ( Read more... )

Shige:

Spend all your time waiting
for that second chance
for a break that would make it okay

I’ve been running away from the reality, the unfavorable. It’s time for me to focus on what I need to do, and not stop until I get there.

Ryo:

He’s already gone when I awake. He might have just left, or he may have been gone for a while. I have no ( Read more... )