is there? what is there left to love? she's not human, she has no eyes to convey emotion, no mouth to vocalize and solidify her feelings. she's a guide for the dead. a monster. and that's okay, that's okay but, knowing you exist and knowing you can be loved are different things. there are people who care about her, just as there are people she cares about. but those relationships were fostered for a long time, weeks, months, years.
she has hardly known sakamoto for a month, but he's already talking about love. and she feels it, in the way he holds her hand so carefully. gently, as if she were delicate. there are so many feelings he evokes in her, some that she's too nervous to attempt to identify. ]
Tatsuma, [ for once in her life, she's glad she can't speak. ] there are things that you don't know about me. I'm not as grand or as wonderful as you think I am.
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is there? what is there left to love? she's not human, she has no eyes to convey emotion, no mouth to vocalize and solidify her feelings. she's a guide for the dead. a monster. and that's okay, that's okay but, knowing you exist and knowing you can be loved are different things. there are people who care about her, just as there are people she cares about. but those relationships were fostered for a long time, weeks, months, years.
she has hardly known sakamoto for a month, but he's already talking about love. and she feels it, in the way he holds her hand so carefully. gently, as if she were delicate. there are so many feelings he evokes in her, some that she's too nervous to attempt to identify. ]
Tatsuma, [ for once in her life, she's glad she can't speak. ] there are things that you don't know about me. I'm not as grand or as wonderful as you think I am.