Memories.
That's all that ever came to her. Memories. She could no longer shut them out. And it was eating away at her.
How long had this been going on? Days? Weeks? She didn't think she could take it anymore. She just wanted them gone.
To much pain in these memories for a seventeen year old to handle. She had to grow up way to fast. Having to shove her problems away and fix everyone else's.
Why was she a role model to all the girls at St. Miator's when she couldn't even be one to herself? It's these kind of days where her misery wants company. Where she longs for her. Her voice. Her smile. Her touch. Her everything. Then the memories come pouring in worse than before leaving her breathless and numb.
She knew Miyuki was beginning to see through her facade, but to be honest she didn't really care. She didn't have the energy to convince her otherwise.
Memories. People always talk about them. How precious they are. You don't hear much people talk about how they're heartbreaking, suffocating, deadly, lonely, and endless, huh?
