This story is what happens when you sit in a dark bedroom, typing on your computer, and listening to sad gothic piano.
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Here I am, standing in the rain, just like I did at Tadashi's funeral. Crystal tears rolling down my face as I stare down at the young and humble grave.
Just like Tadashi...
I feel Aunt Cass's hand wrap around my shoulder as we both mourn in the utter silence, memories coming to and fro from the back of our minds. Of all the movie nights, the laughing, the science fairs, all of it... never coming back.
Those memories of those joyful times, all gone, washed away, burned up.
Again, just like Tadashi...
Has it really only been one year? Only that long? It feels more like ten thousand years.
Time has seemed to slow down tremendously, ever since he's left. The small part of the bedroom, empty for one whole year.
Ever since he burned to ashes (not technically... figuratively, really), I've felt so alone, a piece of me... gone. Even with the team, and saving San Fransokyo, I still feel alone.
Even with going to the most amazing college I could ever dream of...
Even though I've forgiven Callaghan, and grieved enough, it still hurts, a lot.
So now, here I am, standing in the rain. Just as the bright beautiful sun starts rolling in, and my sorrow's starting to thin.
Something Tadashi always did, with everyone. I remember, and more tears roll down my cheeks.
Here I am, standing in the rain.
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Happy 2016 people!