Title: Sewn Clouds
Published: March 5, 2013
Author: Ribbon
Target: Yukimura Seiichi
Default Name: Honjou Chiharu
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You won't be able to rebuild
something like that until tomorrow night,
if you're lucky enough to be blessed
with the chance to dream.
Because God is as cruel a man,
as he is kind.
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These are a few days left.
She spends most of her time kneeling at her bedside, and she's not sure why. She does a lot of things on impulse lately, because it helps her not to think about the consequences. She'll figure it out when she gets there. Her hands are clasped, and she is about to pray to God. But she doesn't know what to ask him for. To keep Seiichi on earth? To give him the faith to live? To rid him of his curiosity? There are no words. She's never prayed to God before. She feels stupid for trying, but she's trying to settle this build-up for passive emotion in her chest. She prays with all her spiritual strength, thinking of how scared everyone is, and how scared Seiichi himself is.
It seems that, in the end, the only thing that can save Seiichi is faith in humanity. She wants to find some way to restore his faith, but she's not sure how to go about it. The minutes are ticking down to either his rest or his redemption.
The ghost of fear is haunting his face. She can see how hollow he is. She can see that he is empty, no matter how hard he is trying to pull through this. It is difficult for him, deciding where the line between saving and dying is, because he's never had to mark the lines before.
The grime on the window is building up again, suffocating the view to the outside world. She fights the urge to scrub it clean, because there are more important things to worry about. But it continues to bother her and bother her, even when Seiichi is trying to communicate to her with his eyes. There are no words left: just tears and dreams. She takes care of the former, and he takes care of her latter.
One of his hands is occupied with brushing away her tears, and the other is clasping one of hers with all the strength he can muster. It is feeble, but his hands are still warm. He is still alive.
Princo & Ribbon
April 14, 2014.