Another drabble—this one is a Tsuzuki reflection piece. YnM does not belong to me, but I hope that you enjoy this drabble piece.
Remember
By: Lazuli
He always came here, even though there was nothing left. He had made it a habit, and habits were hard to break. Like smiling when he was hurt or whining about sweets when he was breaking down.
Memories swam up to meet him, some with sharper edges than the others. The past was always painful to recall because there was nothing he could ever do would change it.
But sometimes the present had sharp edges too, and those sharp edges dulled the ones of the past. Sometimes one voice could break through the clamor of voices from the past. And sometimes his smiles were real, like they could have been long ago.
So he only visited the past out of habit, because there were more important things waiting for him in the present.