NOTE: I wasn't entirely conscious when I wrote this because I was supposed to be sleeping.
My heart was ripped out, metaphorically speaking.
My heart was ripped out, metaphorically speaking.
WHAT KIND OF ENDING WAS THAT
I don’t know how else to describe this feeling.
I have so much longing that I physically can’t handle it. My body has been trapped in a state of agitation - imagine trying to contain a hundred reverberations. My psychology can’t handle it. It feels like the left side of my chest is pushing and fighting and falling and screaming because it’s so dissatisfied but what can a fist-sized muscle do? What can it do for two characters hanging onto a promise made with words the other couldn’t hear because they were heading towards opposite directions?
They came from a lonely life until they found each other, but now they're heading back into it. Or are they? There are circumstances that'll provide purpose for them. Sion has to meet his mom and build No. 6 to be the place where they won't victimize anyone anymore. Nezumi doesn't need to seek revenge anymore so what will he do? Where will he go? My heart and my brain are exercising every fiber they have to think of some circumstance that will unite them again. That'll make them cross paths again. That'll make the world make sense when those two are together again. But is that even something that should happen? They have nothing in common anymore. They share nothing more than these intense heartwrenching experiences molded by the most unique circumstances imaginable. How else can they forge purpose for one or the other or for them together by their own strength?
They came from a lonely life until they found each other, but now they're heading back into it. Or are they? There are circumstances that'll provide purpose for them. Sion has to meet his mom and build No. 6 to be the place where they won't victimize anyone anymore. Nezumi doesn't need to seek revenge anymore so what will he do? Where will he go? My heart and my brain are exercising every fiber they have to think of some circumstance that will unite them again. That'll make them cross paths again. That'll make the world make sense when those two are together again. But is that even something that should happen? They have nothing in common anymore. They share nothing more than these intense heartwrenching experiences molded by the most unique circumstances imaginable. How else can they forge purpose for one or the other or for them together by their own strength?
The last time I felt like this was when I was dumped. Okashii na! I woke up this morning without a dream. Maybe it was because I felt like I couldn't come up with one in light of seeing them part ways. This is why I can't stand love stories. I'm still trying to conceive the possibility that their relationship wasn't the point of the story since they booth had things that needed to do. It was just a side story. But isn't that the point of our lives? To have moments that come and go?
I NEED A SEASON TWO OR ELSE I CANNOT FUNCTION
I NEED A SEASON TWO OR ELSE I CANNOT FUNCTION
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