#psyπ₯ I REALLY need to use rin more ππ i just feel like no one wants to write with her , but this isn't anyones fault just a feeling I need to shake .
( ghostly form stepped closer . A sigh shifting from chest. Sometimes she hid away when things became .. too much .
This day was hard . )
Gomen .. It is good to see you too .
( glass shatters and bones crack as she makes an attempt &&
rin.. itβs good to see you- i was worried
( he barely paid any attention to the present, concern lingering on his visage behind his mask, her presence is enough for him )
( face contorted in anguish and uncertainty . Then fury and pain . After a few seconds it gradually relaxed again . Hair swirls amidst a nod . )
I have a little shrine dedicated to her . I always light candles there .
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... would it hurt you too much to have to talk about her a bitοΉ if you can't see her... i mean... today's as good a day as any to preserve her memory.
- that scenario in your head a thousand times and still never figure it out .
Though .. I wouldn't blame yourself for any of it . How could you know what was to happen and what they were planning ?
I am sorry such happened to you ..
( A soft hum one that erupted into a sigh . Unfortunate circumstances unforseen . Like him wondering what really happened and what his colleagues might have been thinking and planning , she reeled over her final night .
All the moments before .
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i guess it's still not my fault since he genuinely talked to me the same day as if he was allowing bygones to be bygones... i honestly assumed it was more to do with H.R. π§π°π³π€πͺπ―π¨ him to be nice to me rather than him β
Her father sleeping less and less . Becoming more irritable. Unaware of dark whispers in his ear .
She could never understand why he turned on his family . Why he turned to murder.
She will never know . )
Closure isn't always granted . You could play
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You don't want to end up in a situation that makes you unhappy .. though I suppose the situation here isn't .. ideal .
( sighs drift , her apparition faltering some . White ovals for eyes as she thinks of her father . Though she tried,
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i wish it was that simple... unfortunatelyγit's part of the expectations that've been laid out for us as π±π¦π°π±ππ¦ though... if you don't succeedγthen you're gonna have a hard time ββ if you *do succeedγthen everything's already been β
- to contain the flurry emotions that always tried to jump out . )
My father did not get the promotion he wanted . He put himself into a box he could not get out of .
He couldn't live with that . I suppose me and mother couldn't either then,
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