I’m officially Himuraless. At least this week.
The man in the brown suit talks about order as something inevitable and life as a cup with assorted contents. I listen to him with my best smile, dreaming away. Someday, the images in the documentary will jump out of the TV screen to fill my senses.
Will fate be so kind as to bring me this special happiness I long for? I still have to wait.
And I wait for the day I’ll be there again. I know I’ll be there again.
Who killed you, my dear?
Who sucked the soul out of your body and left you hollow like a bird’s bone?
Who… who did this to you?