Tsuzuki Asato (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
sweetdeath) wrote2008-11-09 10:31 pm
sweetdeath) wrote2008-11-09 10:31 pm
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[13 || backdated to 11/08; voicepost]
...I don't know why I keep thinking about it today. It's been a long, long time.
It took a long time, too. But I remember all of it. I don't think anyone there realized that I knew what was happening, even when I couldn't move. If I hadn't, I wouldn't have known where to find sharp things when I had those lucid moments. But even then -
I just wish I knew how to get the scars to fade. That I didn't have to hide them with my watch. That I could stop remembering why.
I...
I don't know why I want to talk about this today. [unsteady laughter] It's probably a curse, isn't it? Yeah. I...
Sorry.
It took a long time, too. But I remember all of it. I don't think anyone there realized that I knew what was happening, even when I couldn't move. If I hadn't, I wouldn't have known where to find sharp things when I had those lucid moments. But even then -
I just wish I knew how to get the scars to fade. That I didn't have to hide them with my watch. That I could stop remembering why.
I...
I don't know why I want to talk about this today. [unsteady laughter] It's probably a curse, isn't it? Yeah. I...
Sorry.
[action]
[Tsuzuki scuffled around in the nearest drawer for a moment before unearthing a spoon to serve the macaroni and cheese. Oh, and plates, too. And forks for the cake. Somehow he managed to juggle it all to the table.]
There we go! - uh. Want yours down where you can actually reach it, Riko, or would you rather sit on the table? I don't think a chair's going to work too well.