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People who touch your life leave you with something. It's like they stamped you. You're always left with something. Even if, after time, you forget that person, you still have something of them. I remember because of the wild tales. They despised me. I was nothing but a roach, a monster.
There was one person though. I merely glanced at him. He saw me. He saw all of my complexities. He saw me as a person. There was one time before that. There was a girl who turned against me. I knew why. A part of me knew why, at least. I wasn't as forgiving as I should have been. I treasured the remnants of our time together.
She was close to being a good friend. She was so close but so useless. She was scared and weak. She recognised my faults and could have helped me to overcome them. She refused to be helped in return. Even he had difficulties.
He was stupid. He was stubborn. He was relentless.
Of him, what more can I say? He is all of those attributes. He's also far more.
I can remember all of them; that stupid girl who always thought highly of herself, the boys who would attack me. I remember the girl who betrayed me very vividly. She was a moment of calmness. She was like the eye of the storm. Then, she became the storm. She was the most devastatingly hurtful of them all. I won't forget her mark though. That mark is one of the few things that I treasure in life.
He was the most treasured. I favoured him the most. He wasn't my enemy. He was too stubborn to be my enemy. What more could I do? No matter how strong a person's defences were he would always be able to break through them. He didn't understand what it meant to give up.
Now it's my turn.
Can I give hope to another? Will I be remembered? Will I be loved as I always dreamt that I would be? Do I have the gall to even wish that?
I don't know. I wish that I could know though.
Sometimes time is too fast to be stopped.
Author's Note: I haven't finished the series… I'm sorry. I feel as though I'm forcing myself now. I'm sure this is impacting my work adversely. I hope you can forgive me. I didn't want my first fanfiction in this fandom to be like this. I'm sorry that I took most of the information from Wikipedia. I don't know which is the game, the book and which is the anime. This is supposed to be the part with the train... Oh, I'm so sorry - Looking at it now, long after writing this I'm better pleased. My feelings aren't enough though - The quality is nothing like what I would have wanted. I don't even know if this makes any sense. I truly hope that you enjoyed my work though I don't believe that could be true. Thank you so very much for sharing some of your precious time to read even the tiniest fraction of my work.
Part of the Revival Collection.