I wonder what you see in him. Me, I suppose. But I'm not. Did you
really want me like that? I'm sorry I wasn't beautiful enough. Was it the
roses? I'm sorry the roses died, sempai. I'm sorry I wasn't good enough.
He is beautiful isn't he? And his roses.
Why bother seeing the truth when lies are far more comforting. Memories. Has he stolen those as well? Do you remember burning? You can't. Of course Mamiya set the fire, but you weren't there sempai. Or were you? Riddles upon riddles. How is a raven like a writing desk?
I remember days in the summer, playing games, growing flowers. Not roses. Not black. Just flowers. You looked at her then. The way you look at me now. Him. It's hard to tell now. Sometimes I forget which of us is real. Phoenix theory, I burned and he rose. Laughable really.
I set the fire. You set the fire. It never burned. I think I was real. It's so hard to remember sometimes. Maybe it was always him and I'm the dream.
You're fighting the prince. For him. She's not her. Not Tokiko. Just like you aren't fighting for me. Fighting for a fragment of a twisted memory of someone else you happen to call my name.
Why won't you remember? Is he so much more beautiful? Am I really that worthless? Why?
You are going to lose now, sempai.
He is beautiful isn't he? And his roses.
Why bother seeing the truth when lies are far more comforting. Memories. Has he stolen those as well? Do you remember burning? You can't. Of course Mamiya set the fire, but you weren't there sempai. Or were you? Riddles upon riddles. How is a raven like a writing desk?
I remember days in the summer, playing games, growing flowers. Not roses. Not black. Just flowers. You looked at her then. The way you look at me now. Him. It's hard to tell now. Sometimes I forget which of us is real. Phoenix theory, I burned and he rose. Laughable really.
I set the fire. You set the fire. It never burned. I think I was real. It's so hard to remember sometimes. Maybe it was always him and I'm the dream.
You're fighting the prince. For him. She's not her. Not Tokiko. Just like you aren't fighting for me. Fighting for a fragment of a twisted memory of someone else you happen to call my name.
Why won't you remember? Is he so much more beautiful? Am I really that worthless? Why?
You are going to lose now, sempai.