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I don't forgive you, but I trust you
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scratchitti [It had been almost six months since the Game ended, and Neku found living was harder then coming back to life ever was.
During the Game, early on, especially, he recalled his thoughts- that being invisible was like a dream. Like a life he had wished for in the deepest pits of his heart. To be no one, to be nothing. No responsibilities to anyone or anything. Alone. God, he had been so wrong, so stupid. But that didn't make getting back to life was easy. Let alone re-learning to be alive. Relearning how to be social, and giving a damn outside the drastic circumstances of the Game.
Too much social interaction was something that still made him withdraw, the activities and energy sometimes still too much at once. When that happened he sometimes retreated to the Mural... but letting go of that place was something he was attempting, so more often then not now he found himself at WildKat. The food was expensive, but the place had a calm air that Neku actually suspected was Imprinting in action.
He was there today, sipping coffee and watching the passerbys in the big window. Mr. H didn't bother him, having a good sense on when the kid needed advice, and when he just needed someone NEAR but not EXPECTING anything. Today was one of those second days, it seemed. His thoughts were on the Game again, sorting through the events with a fine comb, looking for something he missed. Mr. H had been aggravatingly vague on everything when he came bad a few months after Neku (and was outright icy when asked where HE went for so long, or what happened to Joshua after) so Neku only had his own experiences to work with. Whcih, he was finding, were shockingly limited.
Such were his thoughts today, brow furrowed and hand occasionally moving to his bare ear to touch phones that were no longer there.]
During the Game, early on, especially, he recalled his thoughts- that being invisible was like a dream. Like a life he had wished for in the deepest pits of his heart. To be no one, to be nothing. No responsibilities to anyone or anything. Alone. God, he had been so wrong, so stupid. But that didn't make getting back to life was easy. Let alone re-learning to be alive. Relearning how to be social, and giving a damn outside the drastic circumstances of the Game.
Too much social interaction was something that still made him withdraw, the activities and energy sometimes still too much at once. When that happened he sometimes retreated to the Mural... but letting go of that place was something he was attempting, so more often then not now he found himself at WildKat. The food was expensive, but the place had a calm air that Neku actually suspected was Imprinting in action.
He was there today, sipping coffee and watching the passerbys in the big window. Mr. H didn't bother him, having a good sense on when the kid needed advice, and when he just needed someone NEAR but not EXPECTING anything. Today was one of those second days, it seemed. His thoughts were on the Game again, sorting through the events with a fine comb, looking for something he missed. Mr. H had been aggravatingly vague on everything when he came bad a few months after Neku (and was outright icy when asked where HE went for so long, or what happened to Joshua after) so Neku only had his own experiences to work with. Whcih, he was finding, were shockingly limited.
Such were his thoughts today, brow furrowed and hand occasionally moving to his bare ear to touch phones that were no longer there.]
