[Komaeda raises his free hand, sweeping all memory aside. They're left with a grassy hill under the stars and trees clustered around the hill like silent watchers. He hasn't said much since things took a terrible turn. There isn't much to say when his memories are speaking of painful times.]
Tell me what's on your mind, Chiaki. I know that look on your face. [The night wind passes on both sides of them as the moon rises in the little mental space. He has a feeling she had never seen how war like his and Hajime's courtship had been. And sometimes still is.]
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Date: 2016-08-20 09:59 pm (UTC)Tell me what's on your mind, Chiaki. I know that look on your face. [The night wind passes on both sides of them as the moon rises in the little mental space. He has a feeling she had never seen how war like his and Hajime's courtship had been. And sometimes still is.]