[His glare has wilted again. Blood from two races, part human, and part something else. Aleos is like him. And that name... A familiar face quietly stretches across his memory, someone he has ached to see and hold for the past year.]
Like...her. [The words feel leaden. His heart feels leaden, collapsing deep down inside him, pumping leaden blood through him. His arms, his legs. He's rooted in place. ...that girl who was the only one who could understand what it means...to have broken wings... She had something to go back to, faceless people who he'd always been jealous of. Now more than ever, because it kills him to know that she can't remember him anymore, that he can't be the one to help her smile.
She's somewhere he can't even touch.]
Do you know someone named Kaori? [He's stopped caring about anything else Aleos might have to say, fed by a desperation like the loneliness that claws at his concave insides.]
no subject
Like...her. [The words feel leaden. His heart feels leaden, collapsing deep down inside him, pumping leaden blood through him. His arms, his legs. He's rooted in place. ...that girl who was the only one who could understand what it means...to have broken wings... She had something to go back to, faceless people who he'd always been jealous of. Now more than ever, because it kills him to know that she can't remember him anymore, that he can't be the one to help her smile.
She's somewhere he can't even touch.]
Do you know someone named Kaori? [He's stopped caring about anything else Aleos might have to say, fed by a desperation like the loneliness that claws at his concave insides.]