Carousel
Just when the streets got colder, Sohma Kyo walked the lanes he never knew. There was a long forgotten memory in the back of his head, circling like a forever merry-go-round, humming, capering, in the midst of prancing horses aglow.
"Kyo-kun…will we see each other again?"
"Yeah, of course."
"You…you promise?"
"I promise."
He knew, from the very beginning – he swore an oath he could not keep.
/I'm sorry, Tohru…/
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:'Cause everything's so wrong/ and I don't belong/ living in your precious memories: