Yeah! Back to Dai-chan. I just love this guy!
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My D-terminal is blinking.
Should I answer the message? I don't know if I want to. What if it is from you? Part of me is screaming to run over there and read it. The part that says any contact with you whatsoever is to live for. The other part of me is screaming that it will hurt me more.
Fuck, I don't want to be hurt anymore. But it could be you apologizing. It could be you saying you want me to come over. God, my mind is so dirty.
I smacked myself. There I go again, running off with my fantasies. This is what got me into trouble in the first place. I thought that I would tell you how I feel and we would live forever in happiness.
So much for that plan.
The screaming voices in my head reach a feverish pitch, I have to decide.
"FUCK!!!" I scream. I hope no one is home. Especially that bitch June. Probably running off with Yamato.
Damn it. Now look what I did. I went and took my anger out on my sister. Why did I do that? June has always been there for me. She looked after me from the day I was born. My parents don't seem to care, but she always did. I figure her to be my surogate mother. I love her. My dear older sister. Why would I go after her?
"Dai?" I heard June knock on the door.
"Go away June."
She opened the door and saw the tears down my face. "Oh Dai, what happened?"
"He did the worst possible thing to me."
"God Daisuke, I'm so sorry."
I somehow found my way from my bed to the middle of the floor in my little tyraid, and she took me in her lap. It feels so good to have someone hold me and stroke my hair.
"What did Takeru do, Dai?"
I managed to get this out between sobs. "June. . . he left. He just left. I was. . . all alone."
"Dai, shhh. Don't talk, just cry. I'm here for you."
And so I did. I cried. I don't know how long we sat there, June rocking me and crying right along with me.
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E-gads! I am actually crying as I write this. And look! Look at June! I made her good! Good for me. I also beleive that I am the only author to spell out 'J-u-n-e' instead of taking the Japanese Jun. Wait a sec, I'm using the Japanese names. Oh well. I'll keep June.
I can't stop crying. Geez. Authors shouldn't do this.
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My D-terminal is blinking.
Should I answer the message? I don't know if I want to. What if it is from you? Part of me is screaming to run over there and read it. The part that says any contact with you whatsoever is to live for. The other part of me is screaming that it will hurt me more.
Fuck, I don't want to be hurt anymore. But it could be you apologizing. It could be you saying you want me to come over. God, my mind is so dirty.
I smacked myself. There I go again, running off with my fantasies. This is what got me into trouble in the first place. I thought that I would tell you how I feel and we would live forever in happiness.
So much for that plan.
The screaming voices in my head reach a feverish pitch, I have to decide.
"FUCK!!!" I scream. I hope no one is home. Especially that bitch June. Probably running off with Yamato.
Damn it. Now look what I did. I went and took my anger out on my sister. Why did I do that? June has always been there for me. She looked after me from the day I was born. My parents don't seem to care, but she always did. I figure her to be my surogate mother. I love her. My dear older sister. Why would I go after her?
"Dai?" I heard June knock on the door.
"Go away June."
She opened the door and saw the tears down my face. "Oh Dai, what happened?"
"He did the worst possible thing to me."
"God Daisuke, I'm so sorry."
I somehow found my way from my bed to the middle of the floor in my little tyraid, and she took me in her lap. It feels so good to have someone hold me and stroke my hair.
"What did Takeru do, Dai?"
I managed to get this out between sobs. "June. . . he left. He just left. I was. . . all alone."
"Dai, shhh. Don't talk, just cry. I'm here for you."
And so I did. I cried. I don't know how long we sat there, June rocking me and crying right along with me.
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E-gads! I am actually crying as I write this. And look! Look at June! I made her good! Good for me. I also beleive that I am the only author to spell out 'J-u-n-e' instead of taking the Japanese Jun. Wait a sec, I'm using the Japanese names. Oh well. I'll keep June.
I can't stop crying. Geez. Authors shouldn't do this.