[ They're getting farther from the buildings clustered near the apartments. Krouse has a good sense of direction. They're being lured towards the periphery. That should be a good enough reason to stop and turn around, but of course he doesn't.
He just wants to see her. He always wants to see her, however much it kills him. The first face he sees when he wakes up, the last thing he looks at before he closes his eyes, preserved behind glass.
She never wanted to be just a memory. A memory is just a kind of ghost. A ghost is someone who can't be part of the world anymore. ]
Hi, No'.
[ Krouse says, quietly, to the girl who's not turning around. She's just there where she wasn't a second ago, a short, skinny, unremarkable girl with messy brown hair hanging over her slightly hunched shoulders. Even in the fog, Krouse can make out the split ends feathered over the red cotton.
Dazai has his own ghost. It figures. Krouse isn't paying attention yet. There's nothing in the whole multiverse more important than the jut of her arms from her hands shoved into her pockets, tensed like tiny wings on the verge of flight. ]
Happy Halloween. [ He rasps, voice thick with something like a laugh that isn't one. ] I should've figured. I should've...I should've dressed up, I know. Kind of lame, right?
[ She doesn't turn around. He wants her, so badly, to just turn around. ]
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He just wants to see her. He always wants to see her, however much it kills him. The first face he sees when he wakes up, the last thing he looks at before he closes his eyes, preserved behind glass.
She never wanted to be just a memory. A memory is just a kind of ghost. A ghost is someone who can't be part of the world anymore. ]
Hi, No'.
[ Krouse says, quietly, to the girl who's not turning around. She's just there where she wasn't a second ago, a short, skinny, unremarkable girl with messy brown hair hanging over her slightly hunched shoulders. Even in the fog, Krouse can make out the split ends feathered over the red cotton.
Dazai has his own ghost. It figures. Krouse isn't paying attention yet. There's nothing in the whole multiverse more important than the jut of her arms from her hands shoved into her pockets, tensed like tiny wings on the verge of flight. ]
Happy Halloween. [ He rasps, voice thick with something like a laugh that isn't one. ] I should've figured. I should've...I should've dressed up, I know. Kind of lame, right?
[ She doesn't turn around. He wants her, so badly, to just turn around. ]