[GOOD MORNING, OKITA SOUJI. surely this name is exactly what you want to see at such an ungodly hour!
but, see, it doesn't feel ungodly to Kaoru. he isn't aware of the time - hasn't been since the first night of the week when he noticed Chizuru was gone and went to sit in a huff by her grave to wait for her to revive again (again! what a troublesome girl). ...and then it was dawn, and night again, and the light rain stopped and started and got so heavy that the dirt by the graveside turned to mud and still no Chizuru. no contact information, a closed grave; it took three days, but the reality of the situation does eventually sink in, and... what? then what?
another day passes and he's still wearing the same dress he had left in when he picks up his pocket watch, hem caked in dirt that flakes off on his sheets, fabric strangely stiff in the way that clothing gets after the rainwater on it dries. the gaping mouth of loss is inching a little too close. he's starting to panic, to feel claustrophobic in his own skin, so what can he do?
...what he's always done, of course. he can't drag himself away from the pit of his own misery, but he can attempt to bring people down with him.]
CONTACT: kaoru.nagumo@compass.net MESSAGE:Are you feeling well again?
w16 d4 4:30am, 1/?? IT BEGINS....... IM SO SORRy
but, see, it doesn't feel ungodly to Kaoru. he isn't aware of the time - hasn't been since the first night of the week when he noticed Chizuru was gone and went to sit in a huff by her grave to wait for her to revive again (again! what a troublesome girl). ...and then it was dawn, and night again, and the light rain stopped and started and got so heavy that the dirt by the graveside turned to mud and still no Chizuru. no contact information, a closed grave; it took three days, but the reality of the situation does eventually sink in, and... what? then what?
another day passes and he's still wearing the same dress he had left in when he picks up his pocket watch, hem caked in dirt that flakes off on his sheets, fabric strangely stiff in the way that clothing gets after the rainwater on it dries. the gaping mouth of loss is inching a little too close. he's starting to panic, to feel claustrophobic in his own skin, so what can he do?
...what he's always done, of course. he can't drag himself away from the pit of his own misery, but he can attempt to bring people down with him.]
CONTACT: kaoru.nagumo@compass.net
MESSAGE: Are you feeling well again?