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stop right there (before i get bitter)
by: pixie paramount (3/1/2009, 3:45 PM)
Persona 4, Ryotaro Dojima (mentions of: Dojima/Chisato, Dojima/failure) & i got to find a way to make it sweeter
There are bigger, better things out there. She had told him once in that sage way of hers.
She had smiled then, he remembers, cocked her head so slightly and winked at him playfully. Chisato had the marvelous ability to breathe life in to even the darkest of days.
This is how he remembers her. It is how he'll always choose to remember her by.
(Other than the dull hurt that blossomed, that bred into his blood. Swallowed him whole and never really left him whole, pieces would just ed away with the years until there was a cold, dead man with nothing but obsession and obligations—as a father, as a friend, as the person who could cure away the loneliness of his little girls heart—to keep him going.
Other than that small little girl who could only cry and contemplate the dead void that would echo when she called out for her mother.)
Chisato was central to his world. She was his friend, his wife, his lover, the mother of his child—she was so many things; she was an unspoken joy in his life.
Where he failed to express or communicate, she would remedy with the simplest of phrases or actions. She knew his patterns and his habits; she didn't make him feel small or weak. She didn't belittle him for it; she coaxed him, tried to teach him, to be a better person.
He was foolish to think she would be eternal, that he could protect her from anything and everything. He never thought that she would die so suddenly, so horribly.
He never thought, in his wildest dreams, that he would never find the monster responsible.
Or that he could ever live with the guilt, knowing that he had failed to find the person that took her away from them—from him.
And for that, he will never forgive himself.