You're there, sitting on the edge of the balcony, at the sixth stage of the Tower of Justice, not knowing wha to do. You've always been the one trying to help everyone, always cheerfull and happy, comforting everyone and always seeming inside, you were dying, destroyed by the memories in your mind,
keeping everything for you. You look down and see the ground, far away from you. The idea obviously comes to you, just leaving you're body fall down, until you hit the ground and lay deadly. Then you they're face comming back to your mind: the scared but authoritative chief Spandam, the pretty but dangerous Kalifa, the funny but serious Kaku, the nice but agressive Jyabura, the sweet but chatterer Fukurou, the protective but brutal Blueno and the cold and frightening Lucci. You find yourself smiling, thinking of the warm memories you have of them, the moment they welcomed you in the CP9... And then comes other memories. The moment you passed next to your dear mother, taking care of her until... you saw her die. They say it's not your fault, that you couldn't do anything for her, but you know it's wrong. She died because of you, because of you're careless atitude. You can feel tears on you're face, running out of your eyes and down your cheeks, washing of your kabuki make-up. And then, you take your hands of the crawl of the balcony, letting yourself slide of, falling down.
keeping everything for you. You look down and see the ground, far away from you. The idea obviously comes to you, just leaving you're body fall down, until you hit the ground and lay deadly. Then you they're face comming back to your mind: the scared but authoritative chief Spandam, the pretty but dangerous Kalifa, the funny but serious Kaku, the nice but agressive Jyabura, the sweet but chatterer Fukurou, the protective but brutal Blueno and the cold and frightening Lucci. You find yourself smiling, thinking of the warm memories you have of them, the moment they welcomed you in the CP9... And then comes other memories. The moment you passed next to your dear mother, taking care of her until... you saw her die. They say it's not your fault, that you couldn't do anything for her, but you know it's wrong. She died because of you, because of you're careless atitude. You can feel tears on you're face, running out of your eyes and down your cheeks, washing of your kabuki make-up. And then, you take your hands of the crawl of the balcony, letting yourself slide of, falling down.