I went to my own funeral, walking beside Miss Kaoru, knowing she could not
tell I was there..Very few outside of the Dojo came, but I no longer try to
remember who they were. Miss Kaoru looked like crying, but I had no way to
do anything.
She sttod in silence before the casket, as the others began to depart. As I looked, I noticed I was dressed in black. I really dislike that color, that I do.
She placed a few flower on my chest, and I suddenly felt very cold. I wanted to show her I was near, but she seemed in deep though, and the simple act of calling my name was difficult. It was dark when she headed to the Dojo, having watched me..My body..
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Kaorus dreams are so hard to moniter. It takes so much effort to whisper in her ear that she will be fine, but it works. I regret the day I died so immensely my blood would run cold if I had any.
I call to her sometimes when she looks troubled. It seems to help, but I cannot be certain, that I can't. She seems so lonely now, doing very little with others. I shall one day see if I can be seen.
She talks to me about so much, and I can do little but listen. I wish I could bring more comfort, but I know not how. She seems to enjoy staring at a picture of me, atleast there the smile is real, that it is.
She sttod in silence before the casket, as the others began to depart. As I looked, I noticed I was dressed in black. I really dislike that color, that I do.
She placed a few flower on my chest, and I suddenly felt very cold. I wanted to show her I was near, but she seemed in deep though, and the simple act of calling my name was difficult. It was dark when she headed to the Dojo, having watched me..My body..
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Kaorus dreams are so hard to moniter. It takes so much effort to whisper in her ear that she will be fine, but it works. I regret the day I died so immensely my blood would run cold if I had any.
I call to her sometimes when she looks troubled. It seems to help, but I cannot be certain, that I can't. She seems so lonely now, doing very little with others. I shall one day see if I can be seen.
She talks to me about so much, and I can do little but listen. I wish I could bring more comfort, but I know not how. She seems to enjoy staring at a picture of me, atleast there the smile is real, that it is.