Dear Santa
Oh god this is ridiculous, for Aya, of all people to have me write one of these. I don't have time for this, I have people to see for their checkups and I don't want things to be like this. But still, I'm sitting down writing this, a letter to Santa and all because of the Mabudachi Trio.
Dear Santa
I'd like a chance
I don't quite deserve it
I see half-blindly that Kana gave me happiness
And happiness of that matter is more than I deserve
However I'd like a second chance
Not only of love but on something I'm lacking
Of happiness
I'm sitting here day after day
With no one beside me
Just the click of the door when Momiji returns
An occasional phone call
And the feeling of companionship has become so strange
I just accept that this happens
No one can mend my eye
That kind of medical improvement has not been done
And I can't be someone else
That is ridiculous
Living outside ones own body
But I would like to see myself happy
I don't quite know why a fictitious character is asking you for this
This must be strange
I'm twenty eight, dear god
But inside I feel so much older
As if I've been hollowed for a century
That is why before it is too late, I ask for it
A second chance of happiness
Few can actually see past my exterior
Am I that cold?
I try to help everyone else
So that they are safe and happy
Only a couple actually understand that right now
I'm not happy but I'm trying to be
I'm trying so hard to be happy
But I've lost hope on it
So Santa if you are actually real
Please allow me to be happy
Only for a couple of seconds
At least I would know what it felt like
To be happy once more
To be happy to be alive
Hatori Sohma