[ as renji paced, keigo stared straight down at the floor, lips drawn into a taut line. the fact that it had come from ishida was what made this so difficult for keigo to accept in the first place. it was an absolute with him, no room for speculation. ]
I don't know. But what I can tell you is that I've seen it happen to other people before.
[ and this was the hard part: actually talking about it. ]
People I've made friends with here... they've been here before and left. I knew them both times.
[ keigo breathed out sharply. thinking about aoba in that way, in a past tense, was exceedingly difficult. he still ached from the day he realized aoba was gone. still tried to see if he'd show up again, even if he knew the chances of him remembering were... slim. ]
It was one thing to be told that I've been here before and apparently forgot it, but actually seeing proof? It's been bothering me for most of this year. It's... I don't know why my memory keeps getting fucked with. It's making me think I'm losing it.
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I don't know. But what I can tell you is that I've seen it happen to other people before.
[ and this was the hard part: actually talking about it. ]
People I've made friends with here... they've been here before and left. I knew them both times.
[ keigo breathed out sharply. thinking about aoba in that way, in a past tense, was exceedingly difficult. he still ached from the day he realized aoba was gone. still tried to see if he'd show up again, even if he knew the chances of him remembering were... slim. ]
It was one thing to be told that I've been here before and apparently forgot it, but actually seeing proof? It's been bothering me for most of this year. It's... I don't know why my memory keeps getting fucked with. It's making me think I'm losing it.