A/N: I know, I know… I should be working on Aftermath and I swear, I am. Really. But this just…came to me… So I wrote it before it decided to leave again. Please have patience and try, really try not to stone me.
I used to wake up in the mornings with anticipation burning in my chest. Every day was a new possibility. "Today will be the day she comes back!" I always thought.
She never did. And every night I'd go to bed with fresh disappointment breaking my heart all over again. But the next morning I'd be hopeful again only to be crushed again and again and again and again. I don't know how long I rode that rollercoaster, how long I kept getting back on after being thrown off. Just that I stopped at some point. At some point I stopped thinking she was coming back.
All that kept me in that world was that damned purpose of mine.
And a tiny, irrational flickering flame somewhere deep inside me that never stopped believing and refused to be extinguished.
I hated that flame. I hated it with all my being. It only ever set me up for more pain and more pain and more pain. And yet sometimes... Sometimes that accursed little flame was all that kept me going.
Today I woke up feeling excited again.
A/N: So… yeah… that's the intro. From Otonashi's point of view, for those of you who were unable to pick up on that. *shields face from flying rocks and cowers.* One would think I know better than to anger my (few, oh so very very few) readers... Anyway! I see it's very short... Much shorter than I thought it would be. What say you of it?
I'll post the next installment directly after I've finished the new chapter of Aftermath. So… Next week-ish?
Probably.
Hopefully.
Definitely maybe!
-Chickenpony (doing her utmost best not to get stoned by angry internet-people, if there are any.)