you've been gone forever, bjoo. why have you been gone forever ( ; ⌂ ; )
(/ a shadow, calloused fingers. he opens his eyes for the first time in what seems like forever only to see gray tables, a booth, the blue of an ocean with white snowcaps — the telltale sign that he’s back in a world that he shouldn’t be in, not anymore because his time has passed and he’s not needed, he’s forgotten. or maybe he’s not so forgotten, not if cinny remembers and, in turn, dara —. he wonders how that is, if dara can see the things he can, but she can’t, she can’t. why does she remember? he barely remembers, but he remembers all the same, it’s very confusing, he thinks, he wonders, he listens and he reads. black words on a screen, this is all so familiar, he’s confused, he’s confused, he shouldn’t be here —
he sighs. and it’s the first thing he hears, and he knows that he’s ’ real ‘, eyes blinking and he remembers school halls that build themselves around him from the eyes of a girl’s imagination, built on movie sets and comic books. a purse of his lips, a crooked smile and something broken in his eyes; he remembers that this is all unreal but very real at the same time and
maybe that’s why he’s been gone so long. or maybe it’s just because ash needed a break.
he doesn’t know the truth anymore. ) … (/ he blinks, slowly, a dazed expression and he sways a little on his feet. he’s tired. ) were you worried about me, dara?
