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‣ yoRHa type a no.2 | a2. ([personal profile] abandonware) wrote2018-07-07 11:21 am
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[personal profile] extirpator 2018-11-01 06:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ what a pointless question.

he leans back against his headboard. sits on the question for a bit, something of a tired breath escaping him. he comes to the same answer he always will, and always does: ]


Yonah was my future.

[ a nine year old boy, standing at his mother's tombstone. in his arms, there is an apple cheeked infant. she understands nothing, but when he is at risk of crying, at risk of bursting into tears, she cries too.

she cries for him.

in that moment, he realizes that she is the only one who ever will. she is all that remains. ]


There is nothing left for me.

I'm fine with that.

[ there's a silence, heavy with a feeling he can't quite describe. ]

But as long as I'm still alive, I need a reason to exist. So that reason is in all of you, now.
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[personal profile] extirpator 2018-11-07 06:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Sometimes that's more of a reason to care.

[ yonah.

the word resounds in his mind like a weight, slowly drifting to the bottom of his stomach. yonah. yonah. yonah. say it enough and everything begins to fade to black. what a pitiful chant.

the silence is longer than it should be, before he speaks again. ]


She's my little sister.

[ his eyes flutter shut. there's another pause. ]

For a long time, she was the only thing ever mattered.

...But it's pointless to think about. We're all stuck here anyways.