Date: 2017-07-15 11:32 pm (UTC)
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[Fai keeps a hand over his face, at least over his mouth, as they pass into the living room and settle on the couch. A hug would... really be appreciated right about now.

After they sit, Fai shakes his head and sniffles a little, trying to get himself under control enough to speak. His voice is shaky but at least the words come out.]


I'm so sorry to bother you like this, I just can't... I can't....
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Chieko says that there is no sky in Tokyo,
Says that she wants to see the real sky.

I look up in surprise.
The sky between the young cherry blossom leaves is
The familiar beautiful sky that I cannot
Be separated from.
The blur at the gray smoggy horizon
Is the salmon-pink start of the morning.

Looking far, Chieko says,
Says that the blue sky that appears every day
On top of Mount Atatara
Is her real sky.

This is our simple story.

— Elegies to Chieko, Takamura Koutarou

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