❛ i don’t want to be saved. ❜
Poetry Starter || Accepting
“Is that why you’ve been making so much trouble lately?”
Tsuchigomori’s voice is detached, only seeming vaguely interested by Tsukasa’s words. He says it the same way a father would ask their son about a video game. As though attempting to get to understand the child yet at the same time not entirely caring. Even as he speaks he doesn’t look directly at the child instead focusing on the scene outside. Darkness cloaked the school with the only light being the moon hung in the sky. A lot of troublesome things had been happening recently. Tsuchigomori had questioned if the other was in need of help. Their response wasn’t what he had expected. Yet he remained seemingly apathetic towards it. Though the truth was that answer frightened him. Not just for the others sake but for the young boy himself. How sad to be so young and to have given up. Children should grow, should move and learn. Even ghost children. Yet the child said he didn’t desire to be saved… Did he not desire to move on?
“Yashiro and Minamoto have been helpful to the other supernaturals. Even Hanako-san has become more helpful. Yet you seem set on pushing all but Hanako-san away. Is that why?”
He glances down to the child thinking on how he should help. But remaining stuck with the thought that he couldn’t. He couldn’t change the future not even for those that are already dead. Even if he could though one thing kept looping over and over in his mind.
“No matter. You can’t save those that don’t want to be saved. So you shouldn’t worry about them trying to save you. And you’re not my student so I have no reason to try.”
How sad to be so old and to have given up.
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