He's here now, sitting before her with layers shed around his heart. The organ that beats even though both he and Rumi died that day, but he's here now, he's sitting here before Kuon, so it has to mean something, right? All of that has to mean something. It's not so simple that he should just believe in someone who has never swum before to make it out alive from being caught up in a sea storm.
Why Rumi?
Why should anyone suffer that fate?
His heart...yes, it's heavy. It's heavy with Rumi's memory. It's heavy with the sight of being able to see her smile for the last time before he had to leave her life forever. Even if he wished that he could leave with a little kiss to her forehead, to bid her well on her journey ahead of him, rather than simply turn away from her when she looked at him like he was a stranger all along.
A sniffle left him. Pain echoed in his throat as he remembered that day like it was yesterday. A tear slipped from his eyes as the memory of Rumi, the cognizant one who called out to his name when he tried to bring her to the velvet room, remained all too fresh in his head.
I understand now why you must persist.
"...!"
He raised his head, askew glasses and all, as Kuon drew open the curtains that threatened to shut away the sun. A miracle, powerful...even if it were painful. Perhaps that's the cost of it all, isn't it? Rumi, Shibusawa...Akira...all of them will forget about him, too. This is what his miracle must be, and the memories that erode must be the cost. Rumi will go on to make better memories. Shibusawa will never go through what he did. Akira won't be punished for stepping forward to help someone.
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Why Rumi?
Why should anyone suffer that fate?
His heart...yes, it's heavy. It's heavy with Rumi's memory. It's heavy with the sight of being able to see her smile for the last time before he had to leave her life forever.
Even if he wished that he could leave with a little kiss to her forehead, to bid her well on her journey ahead of him, rather than simply turn away from her when she looked at him like he was a stranger all along.A sniffle left him. Pain echoed in his throat as he remembered that day like it was yesterday. A tear slipped from his eyes as the memory of Rumi, the cognizant one who called out to his name when he tried to bring her to the velvet room, remained all too fresh in his head.
"...!"
He raised his head, askew glasses and all, as Kuon drew open the curtains that threatened to shut away the sun. A miracle, powerful...even if it were painful. Perhaps that's the cost of it all, isn't it? Rumi, Shibusawa...Akira...all of them will forget about him, too. This is what his miracle must be, and the memories that erode must be the cost. Rumi will go on to make better memories. Shibusawa will never go through what he did. Akira won't be punished for stepping forward to help someone.