p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"Dear Hide,/span/p
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p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"I still can't believe you're gone. If you were here, I would tear my left eye to keep you from seeing it. If you were here, you would call me a fool for not looking after Touka-chan. If you were here, I would tell you how proud I am that you were the one who found me. But you're not here. No one's here. You're lying on the wet floor, in front of me and I can still feel your warm hand letting go from me as if giving up on life itself. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"I keep bleeding as well, but my body is numb and I can't feel a thing. All I know is that I need to take you home. The flames might as well eat my flesh but I won't let them touch a single hair of yours. So I go home, with you in my arms. The world feels cold, surreal, dead. Where is home? Anteiku is no more. You're gone. Everybody left. What if? What else? Is what I keep asking myself every minute thereafter. Maybe this is the way the world works. Laughing at me while I'm broken. Aren't ghouls supposed to be unbreakable? Yes, I'm the one who's left. But I was gone all along./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"You can never truly die, not while I exist and carry your memory in my every thought. I lay your body in the ground because there's truly nothing else I can do for you. My face still feels wet, although the rain has been gone for hours. I'm not crying. I'm not worthy of those tears, you know I did nothing to protect you. If I tell you I'm sorry would you listen? Would you tell me to hold on? Would you wipe my frozen tears? I beg you to wait a little longer. There's still so much to be done. So many to fight. So many to kill. So many to bury. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"I remember you so vividly I can almost touch you. I can almost hug you again. But you're gone./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"What for?/span/p
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p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"Your truly,/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"Kaneki/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" /p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"I still can't believe you're gone. If you were here, I would tear my left eye to keep you from seeing it. If you were here, you would call me a fool for not looking after Touka-chan. If you were here, I would tell you how proud I am that you were the one who found me. But you're not here. No one's here. You're lying on the wet floor, in front of me and I can still feel your warm hand letting go from me as if giving up on life itself. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"I keep bleeding as well, but my body is numb and I can't feel a thing. All I know is that I need to take you home. The flames might as well eat my flesh but I won't let them touch a single hair of yours. So I go home, with you in my arms. The world feels cold, surreal, dead. Where is home? Anteiku is no more. You're gone. Everybody left. What if? What else? Is what I keep asking myself every minute thereafter. Maybe this is the way the world works. Laughing at me while I'm broken. Aren't ghouls supposed to be unbreakable? Yes, I'm the one who's left. But I was gone all along./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"You can never truly die, not while I exist and carry your memory in my every thought. I lay your body in the ground because there's truly nothing else I can do for you. My face still feels wet, although the rain has been gone for hours. I'm not crying. I'm not worthy of those tears, you know I did nothing to protect you. If I tell you I'm sorry would you listen? Would you tell me to hold on? Would you wipe my frozen tears? I beg you to wait a little longer. There's still so much to be done. So many to fight. So many to kill. So many to bury. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"I remember you so vividly I can almost touch you. I can almost hug you again. But you're gone./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"What for?/span/p
p class="MsoNormal" /p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"Your truly,/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"Kaneki/span/p