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 Posted: Sun Jun 27, 2010 9:05 pm
Maybe I am crazy and my mind is trying to deceive me.
As the ground vanishes I wonder; will the sky be the next to fail me?
Paint abandons canvas.  Scanning the room as he followed Hanabi he grinned, happy she was in a better mood again and nodded. "You had a brother? I h-"He stopped, his voice broke and he cleared his throat. "Never mind, I forgot what I was going to say."He chuckled, to cover how sad he felt at the moment. His sisters. Sarah and Darcy, and he held back the need to cry, how old would they have been now? 13?14? Yes. He wouldn't have even had been in this situation if there wasn't a fire, but thinking about how it was his fault he no longer half of his family, it tore at him. He wouldn't show it, and went back to the subject."The homework? I didn't think it was that difficult, but watching anime I get. It's so distracting once you get into it."He chuckled, he had watched a few series, they were good but took up a lot of time once you started watching them.
"Nah, i'd rather use the other one, I don't have much anyway."He grinned at her and took her things from the kitchen and into her room. "How old is your brother?"He asked, curious about her family, they were obviously asian from what he could tell, but he liked asians. He really wanted to visit Japan one day. "Uhm, Hana, I want to pick up stuff from my house and bring it back here, but would you stay here while I do?"He asked, hoping she wouldn't mind, he didn't want to worry her, but he didn't want to bring her either. What could he grab? He could use his backpack for a lot of things, and he had a few boxes, that should have gotten most things, what else did he need? Guitar...journals, his sheets. He didn't have a lot, but what he thought important he had to get.
And my brush can't seem to start again from scratch.
As I watch everything unravel, why should I even try to stop the collapse?
I won't...
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Posted: Sun Jun 27, 2010 9:20 pm
With the bright morning light,
I realize that today, too, I'm all alone.
However, after a shower and some make up,
my flushed red eyes and yesterday's tears won't drag me along anymore. Hanabi Aya Garaku
"Hiver's Ghost Girl" 
The ghost girl nodded when he asked about her brother. He was, at least, three years older than him; he was nineteen when she died. Gulping down the last memories she had, she couldn't help but grin when he mentioned anime.
"It is, isn't it? I watched them all the time. I have a lot of favorites," she said, feeling her "nerdy" side come out. It's not like she really cared if it came out; she was always just a little embarrassed when it did. For most of high school, she had to hide it, and only discussed it with close friends that knew her infatuation with anime. Even though Hanabi was a really deep person, she felt like her reputation mattered a lot.
"Mm...he should be twenty by now. He's probably having run with all the girls in Japan," she said, rolling her eyes. Her brother, Itsuki, had been a total playboy. Hanabi always figured that his love life was more interesting than one of her Japanese dramas; he would date one girl, one that was usually a couple years older than he was, and then date one behind her back, and then date another behind her back. Hanabi always wondered how he managed to keep up with something like that, but then again, this was the same brother she bribed to do her science report in the seventh grade with ice cream cones.
When Max mentioned going back to his house to get some things, and if she could stay behind, Hanabi bit her lip. She really wanted to go with him, but at the same time, she felt like he needed to go alone. Reluctantly, she nodded her head.
"I might be gone when you come back. Not forever, but I have to go...visit...somewhere," she said. That somewhere was her grave. It was the only place where she could get any offerings her family made that day; she could only hope that they did make an offering for her today.
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Posted: Sun Jun 27, 2010 10:14 pm
Maybe I am crazy and my mind is trying to deceive me.
As the ground vanishes I wonder; will the sky be the next to fail me?
Paint abandons canvas. Max chuckled, nodding at her "Yeah, I used to watch them while doing my homework, I always felt kind of silly because I would get really into them though."He blushed, feeling a little dorsk-ish and rubbed the back of his neck, after he dropped out he hadn't really watched any, which made him miss it when he thought about it. "He lives in Japan? I'm jealous, as for running with girls... not so much."He didn't have a lot of experience with girls, and the ones at school usually teased him or were mean. So girls were not his forte.
He looked at Hanabi, wondering where she would go, but wouldn't question it. "Okay, that's fine, I'll be here."He hoped that if anything, he wouldn't get wounded in a way Hanabi would notice, he couldn't cover up a lot, she saw the scars, and saw his black eye, but when his dad would see he was leaving, it gave him goosebumps. "How long had you been living here?"He asked, leaning on his hand, he would wait a while longer before he left, it scared him, the thought of leaving, but he knew it was something he had to do. If he stayed, it would get worse, and he had already gotten the apartment, he couldn't go back now.
And my brush can't seem to start again from scratch.
As I watch everything unravel, why should I even try to stop the collapse?
I won't...
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Posted: Sun Jun 27, 2010 11:06 pm
With the bright morning light,
I realize that today, too, I'm all alone.
However, after a shower and some make up,
my flushed red eyes and yesterday's tears won't drag me along anymore. Hanabi Aya Garaku
"Hiver's Ghost Girl"
"Do you have a favorite? I always switch back and forth between anime," she said. It was true. One day, she might be watching Soul Eater, and then the next, she was watching Howl's Moving Castle. It was always different for Hanabi, but then again, she always liked to mix things up, just for fun. After all, if she watched the same thing everyday, she'd get bored.
"He does now. After what happened, my mother and my brother moved back right away. Even though we had left Japan because of some issues in the first place, my mother had nowhere else to run, except Japan. Eh, I wouldn't be jealous of Itsuki-niichan either. I'm surprised that none of his girlfriends have found out that they were daing the same guy," she said, rolling her eyes once more. While her parents had allowed her brother to have more than one girlfriend during his lifespan, Hanabi had only been limited to one. Sure, she may have gone on a couple of dates with some guys, but none of them were that entertaining. If anything, they just liked her because she was Asian.
She noticed that he wasn't leaving right away, like she had expected him to do, but she was okay with that. She could wait before going to her grave. After all, it was better to go when the moon was up, and the sun was down; she would be able to send back some sort of message to them, whether they knew it was her or not.
"I lived here until I was ten, so for six years. The place grows on you," she said with a smile. Her mind kept going back to the offering her grave would have. Secretly, she was hoping that her brother would offer her iPod, unless it was in the box of things. Hanabi decided not to visit this apartment after she passed, for fear she would have to watch them move out and destroy her things.
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Posted: Mon Jun 28, 2010 12:24 am
Maybe I am crazy and my mind is trying to deceive me.
As the ground vanishes I wonder; will the sky be the next to fail me?
Paint abandons canvas. Max pursed his lips, thinking of a favorite "Hmm, that's a good question. I really like all the ghibli movies, Miyazaki is a genius, but anime...I got really into Soul Eater, I was sad it ended. The manga for it is much better, I really wanted Maka and Soul to end up together though. Was it just me?"He felt like he was babbling a lot, but he hadn't really talked to anyone who watched anime like he did. So it was nice to talk about it with someone who knew for once. As for her family, he kind of hoped that after moving her family wouldn't change, her brother could for the better maybe, but a family could change after death. He knew that well. "I see, I guess she didn't want to be reminded of memories that would make her sad..."He muttered, and smirked, hearing her say nii-san, it was cute. "One day he'll get caught and learn his lesson, im sure."He wasn't a fan of people who cheated on their significant other, but he wouldn't judge, it wasn't who he was.
He nodded, thinking of when he moved to Hiver "It does doesn't it?"He already liked it, it was homey, and he knew the previous owner, and would be living with her, so he felt more comfortable knowing who had been there. He stretched and flipped his hair, with it still being damp his father would want to know why it was. He glanced out of the window, it was getting darker, but it was always a little dim from rain. "It looks like the rain is letting up, I might be able to carry things without them getting wet, which is a relief."He smiled at that, it would be easier on him, and it would be dark, so even if he was beaten to a pulp, no one be able to see it unless up close. "Hana, did you have a job?"He asked, curious. all he had really done was work at the library, which was an easy job if you knew what you were doing.
And my brush can't seem to start again from scratch.
As I watch everything unravel, why should I even try to stop the collapse?
I won't...
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Posted: Mon Jun 28, 2010 12:46 am
With the bright morning light,
I realize that today, too, I'm all alone.
However, after a shower and some make up,
my flushed red eyes and yesterday's tears won't drag me along anymore. Hanabi Aya Garaku
"Hiver's Ghost Girl"
"Miyazaki is a genius. Which one of your movies is your favorite? For me, it's a tie between Howl's Moving Castle and Spirited Away. Oh! But Kiki's Delivery Service was really cute too! I didn't like the way Soul Eater ended. It was a total disappointment. The manga is better! Well, if you keep reading, there are lots of surprises! But to be honest, I found Maka to be annoying. My favorite characters, in order, were Black*Star, Death the Kid, and Soul. Oh, oh! Have you seen Suzumiya Haruhi no Yuutsu? I can sound exactly like Haruhi! It's really cool!" she rambled. By the time she finished, she had to catch her breath, and grinned at him. Her love for anime had definitely taken over by now, but she didn't care. Max seemed to be into it, like her.
"Yeah, but she left Japan because she didn't want to remember my dad. Oh well. Hopefully, she's happier now. And when Itsuki-niichan gets caught, he is so getting in trouble," she said, another satisfied grin on her face. She hasn't talked this much in who knew how long. It felt good. Plus, Max seemed to be in the mood for talking, so it all worked out.
Hanabi began humming a song that was around when she was alive. Her head began to bob softly to the song, and eventually she closed her eyes. Even though the friends she was with seemed to listen to mainstream (which found really gross), she always kept her ties with her Asian music. Every now and then, she'd dance to the songs she was listen to, even though she would get embarrassed right away.
When Max had asked his question, Hanabi snapped out of her trance, and gave a small, embarrassed blush.
"I had one job before things happened. I worked at this small boba place in this neighborhood, and the people there were great. It paid okay, but it was certainly better that Itsuki-niichan's. All he had to do was greet people at the door, and he'd get paid. That wasn't fair, if you ask me!" she said, crossing her arms and giving a childish pout. The boba place had been her second family. She could blast her music, and everyone would start dancing. If she started yelling in Japanese, someone would yell in Korean, then in Chinese, and everyone would start laughing. It was a lot of fun, and Hanabi smiled at the pieces of memories she did remember.
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Posted: Mon Jun 28, 2010 1:08 am
Maybe I am crazy and my mind is trying to deceive me.
As the ground vanishes I wonder; will the sky be the next to fail me?
Paint abandons canvas. Max didn't mind Hanabi's rant, and in fact, he had one of his own, agreeing with her wholeheartedly. He took a deep breath, starting his own rant. "I know! I like Spirited Away, but My Neighbor Totoro always catches my attention for some reason, I dunno. Ponyo was cute, but it seemed short to me. As for Soul Eater, I mean they could have ended that way better, the whole point was to try and make Soul a Death Sythe! Which, didn't happen, i've been keeping up with the manga though and so far I like it much better, it's more serious than the anime by far. I thought Maka was a little whiny but I couldn't stand Excalibur, holy crap! I had no idea what was going when he was talking, but it was funny when he called them fools. Baka."He took a breath and laughed at his own rant, chewing at his lip, trying to think of his favorites. "Dr. Stein was my favorite, he was just cool, even if he went mad for awhile. Death the kid was defiantly awesome, I mean, the kid could shoot twin pistols with his pinky's!" He held up his hands, mimicking Death the kid, pretending to shoot with his pinky's, he laughed. "I liked Crona too, and Soul, Black*Star was to conceited at the beginning for me, but he grew on me. You can sound like Haruhi? That's cool, she was kind of out there, but I like it."He couldn't believe how into the conversation they were actually getting, but it made him smile, it was fun to hear her opinion.
So her mother wanted to get away from memories of her father? He understood that a little and laughed softly "You bet he will. Hell hath no fury like a womens scorn."He muttered, remembering his mother saying it once. He watched her hum a song he wasn't familiar with, but liked the sound of it. Seeing her snap from her trance he held back and laugh and nodded, her brother sounded like quiet the charmer, but that wouldn't always work for him. "I agree, people with good looks get the easy way out. I don't see why you couldn't stand at a door and get paid."He looked at her and smiled "I'm sure between the to of you, your much better looking."He thought Hanabi was beautiful, dead or alive, especially if she blushed.
And my brush can't seem to start again from scratch.
As I watch everything unravel, why should I even try to stop the collapse?
I won't...
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Posted: Mon Jun 28, 2010 1:18 am
With the bright morning light,
I realize that today, too, I'm all alone.
However, after a shower and some make up,
my flushed red eyes and yesterday's tears won't drag me along anymore. Hanabi Aya Garaku
"Hiver's Ghost Girl"
Hanabi burst out into laughter as he imitated both Excalibur and Death the Kid. She couldn't help but get into an Excalibur-like pose, and begin singing his song.
"Excalibur~ I'm going to California~! E-Eh? Baka!" She burst out into even more laughter, and she had to hold her sides because she was laughing so much. If anything, Hanabi hadn't laughed this hard in so long, but it felt good. When her laughter had reduced to giggles, she went back to ranting.
"Yeah, it's really cool! But if anything, Yuki was my favorite character. Ne, ne, have you seen Air Gear? The Itsuki in Air Gear matches with Itsuki-niichan, but my favorite will always be Agito," she said, refraining from a squeal. Yes, she fangirled over anime characters. But then again, she was a lot different from a lot of people, so it was okay. To her, at least.
Hearing Max's compliment, Hanabi's blush deepened. It sounded, to her, that he thought she was really pretty. Normally, she would have just brushed it off with a simple, "Thank you," but she couldn't do that this time. She wasn't exactly sure why. It made her dead heart seemed to pound a little, and there seemed to be imaginary butterflies in her non-existent stomach.
"T-Thank you..." she said, smiling shyly. In her own honest opinion, she thought that Maxwell was quite handsome, especially when he looked like he was being himself. Earlier that day, he seemed to be hiding something, but Hanabi was slowly unfolding him. It was fun, to say the least.
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Posted: Mon Jun 28, 2010 3:40 pm
Maybe I am crazy and my mind is trying to deceive me.
As the ground vanishes I wonder; will the sky be the next to fail me?
Paint abandons canvas. Max burst out, laughing with Hanabi at her impression of Excalibur and took a deep breath, needing air from his laughing fit. "I know! Does he even know where California is?"He chuckled, sighing contently and leaning on the palm of his hand. "Yeah, I liked Haruhi the best, her antics were great. Air Gear, yeah. Itsuki matches Air Gear Itsuki? Ah, I can see it...Agito was my favorite too, his bi-polar personality was interesting to watch." He grinned, watching Hanabi blush again. He had a feeling she would, but it was always nice to see her shy smile and blushed face. He smiled, he felt good, but nervous since he had to leave. "My pleasure." He straightened up, holding back a sigh. "I'm gonna go, okay. I'll see you later."
He smiled at her once more and waved, grabbing his umbrella and popping it open when he walked outside. It was darker than earlier and the rain was dieing down. He bit his lip, heading toward his home for what he hoped would be one of the last times. When he arrived he headed straight upstairs, ignoring his father who had made his way out of the kitchen. Beer in hand. s**t. He closed his door quietly, grabbing his backpack and shoving in most of his clothes, thank god he had a heavy duty backpack. He pulled out one of his boxes and started loading everything he needed inside, the last picture he took with his sisters and mother, Ipod, He strapped his guitar to his back, and gathered everything else he needed. He stood up, biting his lip and made his way toward the front door 'Almost out, almost out, almost out.' he was almost out but his fathers hand on his shoulder stopped his path.
And my brush can't seem to start again from scratch.
As I watch everything unravel, why should I even try to stop the collapse?
I won't...
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Posted: Mon Jun 28, 2010 3:52 pm
With the bright morning light,
I realize that today, too, I'm all alone.
However, after a shower and some make up,
my flushed red eyes and yesterday's tears won't drag me along anymore. Hanabi Aya Garaku
"Hiver's Ghost Girl"
Hanabi waved goodbye as Maxwell left the apartment, leaving her in its unforgiveable silence. Giving a small sigh, she looked around once more, before leaving herself. She needed to go to her grave, and she needed to be fast; it wouldn't be long before she started feeling weak and wailing. While she traveled, she hummed to herself. It was her way of making the time go by a little faster. After all, if she could keep her mind off of how her ghostly body was complaining, then she'd be alright.
By the time she had reached her graveyard, most of the other lingering ghosts of Hiver were either looking for their offerings or ready to move on. Giving a small sigh, Hanabi floated around, until she reached her own grave. It was under the shade of a plum blossom tree, even though the shade was unecessary. At her grave, she saw the ghost version of food. Hanabi nearly squealed.
At her grave, she found a bowl of rice, some shrimp, and orange slices. There was also some tea, some yen, a few letters, and a picture. Hanabi picked up the picture first; it was of her mother, her mother's boyfriend, Itsuki, and herself. She wasn't sure who could have burned it for her, but it made her sad inside. It wasn't like they hadn't burned family pictures that included her before; every time, she just got sad.
"Itadakimasu..." she said quietly. Hanabi read the letters slowly, eating her food at the same pace. She tended to take her time while she did this. But then Max came to mind. Would he be alright? She wasn't sure of his past, or where he came from, but she still couldn't help but worry. Giving her third sigh of the day, she continued to eat, hoping that Max would make it back to the apartment in the same shape she had seen him.
'Please be safe, Max, please be safe!'
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Posted: Mon Jun 28, 2010 4:41 pm
Maybe I am crazy and my mind is trying to deceive me.
As the ground vanishes I wonder; will the sky be the next to fail me?
Paint abandons canvas. Max slowly set his box down, feeling his hands shaking as he slipped off his backpack and guitar. "Just where do you think your going?"He was drunk, which didn't surprise him in any way, but it did scare him. "I-i'm moving out."He had finally broken the news, and braced himself for the worst. "Your what? Moving out? Oh, that won't be happening."His father stumbling, reaching for his bag but Max grabbed his wrist, regretting it as his father smacked him hard on the face. "Get your hands off of me, boy. You won't be leaving this house until I say so." he gripped him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him to his face. "You think you can just up and leave? Not happening."Max pushed him back, his stumbled and fell back, breaking his beer bottle on the ground as Max bolted for the door. His dad pulled him back by his shirt, holding him to the ground and pressing the sharp end of the broken bottle to his side. "Your not getting out of here."He could here the hate in his voice and Max swallowed, swatting the bottle away, cutting his side in the process. "No, dad! I'm leaving!"The physical damage would be bad fighting back, it would heal, but the mental damage wouldn't. "No your not, this is what you get for killing your mother and sisters!"
That struck a cord and Max froze, his father punching him in the face, snapping him out of his trance. Max pushed him off, holding his mouth and nose, feeling his nose bleeding and lip busted. "Forget it dad! No matter what you do to me it isn't going to bring anyone back!"He wiped the blood from his nose and grabbed his things, rushing out of the door and holding it closed, keeping his box in his arm. His father pushed at the door, screaming from the other side. Max bit his lip, his father had done horrible things, but he didn't hate him, he was a good person before the fire. He let go of the door, running toward the apartment, his father burst through the door but didn't go after him. He sniffed, his nose still bleeding but not having a free hand to wipe it away. He pushed the apartment door open, glad Hanabi wasn't home, from what he could see. He set his things down, heading to the bathroom and looking at the damage in the mirror. He stripped off his shirt, starting to clean the cut on his side from the beer bottle after her stopped his nose from bleeding. The only thing that made him not complain, was that he had actually gotten away.
And my brush can't seem to start again from scratch.
As I watch everything unravel, why should I even try to stop the collapse?
I won't...
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Posted: Mon Jun 28, 2010 5:52 pm
With the bright morning light,
I realize that today, too, I'm all alone.
However, after a shower and some make up,
my flushed red eyes and yesterday's tears won't drag me along anymore. Hanabi Aya Garaku
"Hiver's Ghost Girl"
"Gochisousama deshita." Hanabi had finished her meal, and she said a small prayer for her family, before collecting the letters and picture. She began heading home, slightly worried for Max. Hanabi had a feeling that something had gone wrong, but she couldn't be sure. So, to keep her mind occupied, she began humming to herself.
When she got back to the apartment, she noticed new things. She figured they were Max's things. Hearing the running water coming from the bathroom, Hanabi gave him his private time. Meanwhile, she had taken out the letters from her family, and a few of her friends, and read them again.
Her mother seemed fine. She was happily married to her boyfriend, and they had been going strong, despite her death. Itsuki was in one of the top colleges in Japan, but he was still the same. He was still dating more than one girl, and almost got one pregnant. Hanabi scoffed at him, and rolled her eyes. Silly boy. He should've known to be careful.
The one from her father was very touching. Her father was still single, even though he had a healthy relationship with his girlfriend in his last letter. He told her how his day was; very hard, but worth all the money he was making. He missed his little girl dearly, and was hoping that she had moved on peacefully. Hanabi could only scoff sadly, and shake her head.
"Gomen nasai, Papa."
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Posted: Mon Jun 28, 2010 6:33 pm
Maybe I am crazy and my mind is trying to deceive me.
As the ground vanishes I wonder; will the sky be the next to fail me?
Paint abandons canvas. Max finished cleaning his wound from his father, cleaning his face of the blood from his lip, it was swollen, but it had stopped bleeding. "Ugh, fudge." He had a scratch on his face, which wasn't to noticeable, but Hanabi might notice. He sighed, looking at the burns on his arms and hips. It was his fault, he had been fooling around even when his mother had told him not to. He covered his mouth, holding back tears and took a deep breath, ruffling his hair. He walked out of the bathroom, seeing Hanabi he froze, he didn't have a shirt, his other was ripped, and his stomach was noticeable. He blushed and walked past her quickly, going to his bag and slipping on a random shirt. "Sorry, I didn't know you were back." He smiled shyly at her, seeing her reading he came next to her.
"What are you reading?"He didn't want to read it if she didn't want otherwise he would have just stood behind her and read it. He waited for her answer, starting to unpack his things, he had just laid them down, trying to cover up his scuff with his dad. He knew he couldn't hide it forever, his past, his dad, not from Hanabi. He couldn't tell her though, not yet. She didn't need to know, right? It was just something small, and he was done with it, he could start new now that he was out of his house.
And my brush can't seem to start again from scratch.
As I watch everything unravel, why should I even try to stop the collapse?
I won't...
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Posted: Mon Jun 28, 2010 6:46 pm
With the bright morning light,
I realize that today, too, I'm all alone.
However, after a shower and some make up,
my flushed red eyes and yesterday's tears won't drag me along anymore. Hanabi Aya Garaku
"Hiver's Ghost Girl"
Hanabi had turned around when she heard the water stop running, only to see a shirtless Max. Squeaking slightly, she felt her face catch fire, and she had to hold her cheeks. Was she embarrassed? She's seen Itsuki shirtless before, but no other guy. But she did have to admit...Max was really good looking. Shaking her head, she looked up at him, and smiled just as shyly as he.
"Oh, it's okay. I didn't want to barge in, since I heard water from the bathroom," she said. She felt a sense of disappointment inside her when Max put a shirt back on, but figured that it would better for both of them. Looking down at the letter she had placed on her lap, she folded it up, and placed it in one of the secret pockets of her dress.
"Just some letters that my family burned as an offering. They're all okay, which is good. Papa seems to miss me a lot, but I figured as much," she said, a somewhat sad smile on her face. Shaking her head once more, she floated off of the couch, and put a hand to his cheek, a smile on her face. She had noticed the scratches on his face, but didn't want to say anything.
"Are you hungry? I can always give you a recipe for dinner," she offered. Hanabi wanted to be as helpful as possible, since she didn't want to seem like a nuisance. Everything Max was doing for her was a lot; Hanabi had to find some way of repaying him.
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Posted: Mon Jun 28, 2010 7:29 pm
Maybe I am crazy and my mind is trying to deceive me.
As the ground vanishes I wonder; will the sky be the next to fail me?
Paint abandons canvas. Max was glad she hadn't gone into the bathroom, it would have made things harder to keep his secret. "Thanks."He smiled at her, and looked at the letter before she folded it up. Burned offerings? Ah, so she was visiting her grave. That made sense. He wanted to burn offerings for his mother and sisters when they died, but his father said it was stupid, and it was just burning valuable's. It was popular in Japanese culture though. "It's good their all okay. I'm not surprised they miss you."He hadn't known her when she was alive, but if he had known her, he would have missed her. Then again, would things still have been the same if they met when she was alive? Would she had even have talked to him? Probably not.
He blinked, looking at Hanabi, her hand felt good on his face. He blushed, and placed his hand on her, careful not to go through her "Thank Hana. That'd be great." He was tired, and his stomach hurt, but he needed to eat and then get some sleep. Dorris would understand if he went in a little later, he only went in early because if he didn't his father would have gotten him. He could actually sleep in this time, in a safe place, his place, and he wouldn't have to be nervous the entire day thinking of going home. The thought made him smile, even though he felt bad for leaving his father alone, it was bound to happen with him doing what he was.
And my brush can't seem to start again from scratch.
As I watch everything unravel, why should I even try to stop the collapse?
I won't...
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