The Value of DeathThe Value of Death
Ever since I watched Mom and Dad break through their bedroom window and fall to the soggy ground below, I've always wondered...what does it mean to die?
I had cried then, when I held Mom's bloodied head in my arms and begged her to wake up, but during another time, on that exact day, I found myself crying in a much different fashion. It's sickeningly fascinating, now that I think about it, how there's alternate reasons for a person's tears besides sadness; fear, joy and, in the strangest of occasions, sometimes someone will cry for no reason at all. As Senpai's hands touched every part of my body, with the same hands that
memories
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In sooth, I know not why I am so sad.
It wearies me; you say it wearies you -
But how I caught it, found it, or came by it,
What stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born,
I am to learn
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"Sometimes people don't realize otherwise than what they've said until they've said otherwise." -Hakujou
♥ D R A C O x H A K U J O U ♥
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Ten years from now, how I felt today won't matter.
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Ten years from now, how I felt today won't matter.
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