Depression.
Dissapointment.
These emotions are all so real to me.
Love is the one everyone wants to talk about. I don't understand why.
I want to be there the day the define "love." I want to be there. I want to stand up. I want to hear them tell me what I feel can't be true. It isn't their love.
It's mine.
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Chapter One
It wasn't rare for Asakura Yoh to have a sleepless night. Not the sort of thing people would expect from a quiet boy. One who seemed always dozing off. Thick illusions of a hidden life.
He could hear pale notes, like a piano played through the silence of sifting time. The light music of a rainstorm, it was beautiful. Clouds had turned the moon into a pale streak across the sky.
Izumo. That was the last time he saw the dark sky crumble like that.
Like everything else, it all began with fire.
Dissapointment.
These emotions are all so real to me.
Love is the one everyone wants to talk about. I don't understand why.
I want to be there the day the define "love." I want to be there. I want to stand up. I want to hear them tell me what I feel can't be true. It isn't their love.
It's mine.
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Chapter One
It wasn't rare for Asakura Yoh to have a sleepless night. Not the sort of thing people would expect from a quiet boy. One who seemed always dozing off. Thick illusions of a hidden life.
He could hear pale notes, like a piano played through the silence of sifting time. The light music of a rainstorm, it was beautiful. Clouds had turned the moon into a pale streak across the sky.
Izumo. That was the last time he saw the dark sky crumble like that.
Like everything else, it all began with fire.