Epilogue
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Kanda had never desired the attention of others or adults, not caring about what people thought of him, not even searching for approval like the pretentious kids his age. He simply just did not give a fuck.
The girls could giggle and fantasize about him and the guys could scorn and fear him, but he paid it no mind – he just did whatever was necessary and nothing more. Nothing, absolutely nothing held any sort of value to him – or that's what he told himself.
He turned a blind eye when he caught himself hunting for flowers that looked like Allen and he chose to ignore the fact that he still carried around the obscenely red and blue water bottle from when he was a kid. He told himself that he still needed to use the planter that he had let Allen live in and pretended that he tended the garden as a favor for Tiedoll.
Some days, he could even pretend that the days he'd spent with Allen were nothing more than a dream, some sort of wild fantasy that his bored, childish brain had thought up for him as he wasted away in the idleness of summer.
And then he'd look at the pot and the water bottle and the garden and the colorfully blooming garden and he'd think to himself:
Fuck
He snorted as he thought of what Allen's face would look like if he heard Kanda curse.
But who cares?
Allen wasn't there anymore.
It didn't matter
Nothing mattered; that's right, Kanda didn't care about anything.
He pushed past a couple of girls, ignoring the giggling that followed him into the classroom. He brought out his materials; he was a good student even if he didn't look like one. He tensed as he found the ridiculous red and blue cup in his hand, scratched here and there from the tumbles it suffered from past drops.
Kanda didn't even know how it got there. After a quick mental debate, he decided to put it on his desk, upper right corner, neat and impeccable. More giggles came from the girls outside.
Kanda ignored it once again. He heard the click of the door opening, providing a brief moment of noise before closing with another click.
Kanda still decided not to look; it was probably just another classmate.
Kanda!
Kanda ignored the voice although he gathered a faint sense of familiarity from it.
Kanda, the voice said once again, this time followed with a harrumph.
Kanda Yuu look up, the voice said, now somehow closer than before. Kanda whirled around snarling, only to see Allen, Allen whose entire existence seemed to glow and the very same Allen who was supposed to be dead.
Kanda reached out and found out that Allen was very much real and for the first time in years, Kanda smiled.
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Yo.
Yeah that's pretty much all I have to say
Bye