[The night sky is blue. The deep sky above is littered with stars and it's beauty could capture the senses, if you let it. It almost masks the billowing winds of despair that flood in like tar from just beyond where she's standing.
Komaeda's voice comes out of the fog, slightly distorted but the stress in it hints at something terrible. 'The past isn't always pleasant. Mm, I know that better than anyone! But, [He looks back at him.] It is the past. Holding onto it. Dwelling on it. That won't help you.
This is now. This is what matters, isn't it?'
Hinata is standing frozen on the street with the ghost of Kamukura behind him and Komaeda, his face pained holding onto his wrist. Hinata shakes his head, and a memory drifts down, the petal reflecting it clearly.]
[8/18, dream]
The deep sky above is littered with stars and it's beauty could capture the senses, if you let it. It almost masks the billowing winds of despair that flood in like tar from just beyond where she's standing.
Komaeda's voice comes out of the fog, slightly distorted but the stress in it hints at something terrible. 'The past isn't always pleasant. Mm, I know that better than anyone! But, [He looks back at him.] It is the past. Holding onto it. Dwelling on it. That won't help you.
This is now. This is what matters, isn't it?'
Hinata is standing frozen on the street with the ghost of Kamukura behind him and Komaeda, his face pained holding onto his wrist. Hinata shakes his head, and a memory drifts down, the petal reflecting it clearly.]