Apart from the piece of glass sticking into my arm I was fine, I wanted to be fine, but as I heard Haruka call my name for the last time, " Mars..." another sound took over my pressence a loud wooden breaking sound, splinters flew around me, with other large chunks that scattered in the darkness I could hear them, and feel them, and there above me he stood, my soaring one. "Oh God, Charlotte..." was the first thing he said, I couldn't see him but I knew it was him, I'd recognize that faint scent of Richmond cologne he wore. More words were spoken then, but I don't know what they were, they were muffled, rather, my head was spinning in that darkness, and suddenly--
She was so skinny when she was born, Charlotte nearly killing herself after slipping on the glass fragments of a picture of Haruka, yeah I went back. she said she slipped, but I knew better, she wasn't eating anymore, she locked herself in that closet knowing she wouldn't return, for a moment in my life I accepted that, until I realized that she wasn't taking my child from me, no, she wasn't going to get away with that, not Charlotte, not a murderer. She was still a few months to be due, but I made her stay in the hospital, even after the first encounter with me, she begged me to come into the room after Seiko said I was there waiting outside. "Come in," she spoke so frailly, and when I saw her the sock set in all over again, when I picked her up from the ground she weight almost nothing, and now seeing her I'm surprised she didn't collapse earlier, not eating for a few weeks, not drinking water for 5 days, Charlotte..."How dare you," were the first words out of my mouth. She met my hostility head on, accepting it, but no appologizing, just accepting it. "Do it, go on,I want you to, if that's what you need." I held my mouth though, and approached her, Seiko knew it as a sign to leave, and went away. "How could you?" I placed my hand on hers, she just shook her head, "I don't want to live here anymore Shou, on this planet, on tthis plane of existance, I just can't do it anymore, I wanted to , I tried, but I just...his absence hit me when I was happiest. I used to turn around when he wasn't next to me, and there he'd be, always, right behind me." The tears came suddenly, because I remember this minute detail as well, I remembered how he'd follow close to her, and when she turned around he'd be there, either carrying sometihng for her, or just watching her, always behind her, like a security net. When I took her to Los Angeles and we were having a weekend at a music festival I saw her make his gesture again, several times, I haven't seen her that happy since...well since before the earthquake. I think I told her a joke and she laughed, and laughed, and I leaned in to kiss her, but her turned her head around, and that smile diminished.
She was so skinny when she was born, Charlotte nearly killing herself after slipping on the glass fragments of a picture of Haruka, yeah I went back. she said she slipped, but I knew better, she wasn't eating anymore, she locked herself in that closet knowing she wouldn't return, for a moment in my life I accepted that, until I realized that she wasn't taking my child from me, no, she wasn't going to get away with that, not Charlotte, not a murderer. She was still a few months to be due, but I made her stay in the hospital, even after the first encounter with me, she begged me to come into the room after Seiko said I was there waiting outside. "Come in," she spoke so frailly, and when I saw her the sock set in all over again, when I picked her up from the ground she weight almost nothing, and now seeing her I'm surprised she didn't collapse earlier, not eating for a few weeks, not drinking water for 5 days, Charlotte..."How dare you," were the first words out of my mouth. She met my hostility head on, accepting it, but no appologizing, just accepting it. "Do it, go on,I want you to, if that's what you need." I held my mouth though, and approached her, Seiko knew it as a sign to leave, and went away. "How could you?" I placed my hand on hers, she just shook her head, "I don't want to live here anymore Shou, on this planet, on tthis plane of existance, I just can't do it anymore, I wanted to , I tried, but I just...his absence hit me when I was happiest. I used to turn around when he wasn't next to me, and there he'd be, always, right behind me." The tears came suddenly, because I remember this minute detail as well, I remembered how he'd follow close to her, and when she turned around he'd be there, either carrying sometihng for her, or just watching her, always behind her, like a security net. When I took her to Los Angeles and we were having a weekend at a music festival I saw her make his gesture again, several times, I haven't seen her that happy since...well since before the earthquake. I think I told her a joke and she laughed, and laughed, and I leaned in to kiss her, but her turned her head around, and that smile diminished.
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