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[broken-clock.livejournal.com]

[the sound of a journal hitting a wall with great force]

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[benotmywish.livejournal.com]

But they're dead now. Wouldn't they come back later? I thought dead people cannot return to life. But you and the one I want to see again for the sake of meeting that person. . .

[broken-clock.livejournal.com]

[heavily] She didn't. I don't know if...apparently it's...a matter of waiting.

[benotmywish.livejournal.com]

Who? Someone you care about?

[broken-clock.livejournal.com]

[quietly]

Yes.

[benotmywish.livejournal.com]

I see. So it's normal to feel grief and rage when you failed to protect someone and to express those emotions, you destroy things.

[To mimic him, he throw his own journal rather feebly against the wall and breaks a few objects]

. . .

[broken-clock.livejournal.com]

[a long pause, and then a weak chuckle]

You...breaking things is...probably not the best course of action.

[benotmywish.livejournal.com]

Because it is unnecessary, but. . .[Another breaking sound of objects] there. I'm better. They were being replaced by the castle anyway.

I think I was very unkind to you when we first met. I didn't realize I loss memories of my mother then.

[broken-clock.livejournal.com]

It can make you feel better, for a bit. I don't...tend to, but...

[a pause] It's...all right, Nataku. Though it's...good that you know.

[benotmywish.livejournal.com]

Um...it is okay to send you flowers? I spent my time outside to avoid the sickness going around.

[broken-clock.livejournal.com]

[soft, warm] That...that would be quite nice, Nataku, thank you.

[benotmywish.livejournal.com]

[Later, a small collection of flowers were brought in by a ghost. Tied to the collection of flowers is a small bag with candies and a sealed pack of tissues]. . .