I cannot do that, Yoshizawa-chan. It's beyond my capabilities. All I can do is converse with those who have once passed and wish for her return.
(kimihiro is not clow, and even clow didn't do it. he simply wished yuuko to not die, and as a consequence, froze her in time. a long-distance relative, and kimihiro bears several resemblances with the mage when he was younger -- even the glasses on his face belonged once to him, found in a random small box with yuuko's symbol inside, like she knew his own would break.
she knew plenty of things. she surely knew that he would wait, or else she wouldn't have given doumeki a way to make kimihiro forget her. not that kimihiro even knows about that, instead, he just holds on to her belongings with his hand clutched on his chest, terrified of the thought of his memory being tampered with once again.
she's crying again and he wants to soothe, to protect and reassure, but the words? the words hit hard and he too bites his lip. she knows nothing, and yet, here she is, speaking her mind on a subject without anything to back herself. he wants to yell at her, but what good would that do? instead, he hides his nervous, trembling hands, and takes a second to recompose.)
I serve a very specific purpose, Yoshizawa-chan. One that she did once, as well. Even if she didn't want me to wait, I am physically bound regardless of that choice. I do what I can, I help others in ways that others can't. I'm finally fine with my existence now, much more than I was before. I wasn't supposed to exist in the first place. I don't expect you to understand my side, Yoshizawa-chan, but do comprehend that my reality is much different than yours.
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(kimihiro is not clow, and even clow didn't do it. he simply wished yuuko to not die, and as a consequence, froze her in time. a long-distance relative, and kimihiro bears several resemblances with the mage when he was younger -- even the glasses on his face belonged once to him, found in a random small box with yuuko's symbol inside, like she knew his own would break.
she knew plenty of things. she surely knew that he would wait, or else she wouldn't have given doumeki a way to make kimihiro forget her. not that kimihiro even knows about that, instead, he just holds on to her belongings with his hand clutched on his chest, terrified of the thought of his memory being tampered with once again.
she's crying again and he wants to soothe, to protect and reassure, but the words? the words hit hard and he too bites his lip. she knows nothing, and yet, here she is, speaking her mind on a subject without anything to back herself. he wants to yell at her, but what good would that do? instead, he hides his nervous, trembling hands, and takes a second to recompose.)
I serve a very specific purpose, Yoshizawa-chan. One that she did once, as well. Even if she didn't want me to wait, I am physically bound regardless of that choice. I do what I can, I help others in ways that others can't. I'm finally fine with my existence now, much more than I was before. I wasn't supposed to exist in the first place. I don't expect you to understand my side, Yoshizawa-chan, but do comprehend that my reality is much different than yours.