The Disappearance of Iwasawa.
She did not regret being wiped, for she was passing on now, and it was not the time to linger on the past.
Note: This was written on a whim because my sudden love for this anime. That's all. I don't own anything to do with Angel Beats, this is purely a work of fiction.
The meaning of life depends on the person with the life. It can be heavy, it can be light. There is always a goal that they want to achieve, or something similar. It can be both too far to reach and too easy to get.
In truth, Iwasawa never did think too deeply about it. All she wanted to do was to escape, no matter what means, all she wanted was an exit. The longer she was away, the better.
Her company was the sky, the sounds, and her guitar. She learnt by book and brain. She practiced all day and night. Time was more than often forgot – it no longer mattered. As long as she stayed strong for her dream, nothing else mattered. That realisation almost drowned out her parents constant arguing.
She never did pity herself after that. She was somewhat happy, like a smiley face. It was so easy to turn it upside down, and too fragile for any good. She worked hard for results and never did rely on anyone else. It didn't mean anything if that was what happened, but then again, who was there to rely on? Other than her guitar and her voice, there was nothing, nothing else for her left.
She was lucky.
Even at the end of her life and she was lying in bed, she somehow knew it wasn't over. She had lost her voice to this unmerciful world, but she was going to get it back.
And she did.
She did not know what made her go and grab the fabricated memoir that day. Perhaps it was the rush of emotions that set off when the NPC declared that he was going to throw it away like trash.
Trash to one person is another's treasure.
Her last song was her final memoir, a gift to those who had memories and those who were still real. Maybe they would be kind enough to not forget, because she was going to be living in their memories now.