“Now, I know whose hands held me safe that night. If I ask why, he will say his friend sent him to watch me. Now, I know why every now and then my heart pounded and ached.“
I’m happy with who I am. I am so filled with hope and love and softness. I am not what I have been through- I will always be that kid who just wants to see people smile and if someone doesn’t see that- sorry.
[Image Description: The illustration is rendered in striking white and black line art over a sea of green. In it Zack Fair carries a shaken Cloud Strife. Zack’s expression is one of deep concern as he easily carries his friend. Cloud’s expression is tense and haunted. He’s gripping Zack’s pauldrons tightly. There are dark circles under his eyes, and raw spots on his ankles from being bound. Sephiroth stands with his back to the viewer, reaching out towards Cloud. He is pictured with just the edge of his face visible. His lips are parted softly in worry. His left hand is clenched in a fist at his side, and with his right he is hovering inches from Cloud’s cheek, not quite touching. End image description.]
The days crawled by. He woke. He dressed. He went to work. He was at every meeting. He was fully present. He observed the troops training. He went out on missions. He went to sleep.
The others sought him out. Zack first. “Have you seen Cloud?” then Angeal “Did Heideggar mention anything in that last meeting?” even Genesis “I thought you knew everything.”
Sephiroth was not a bad liar by any stretch of the imagination. It usually didn’t matter to him what anyone believed or didn’t believe. But it stung, this time. It stung watching Zack fret, doing squats in the middle of his office, muttering “He already nearly died this year…” and hearing Angeal confess to him in worry “all his things are still in my apartment.” and Genesis’s “Pity. He seemed fun.”
Sephiroth slipped up into the labs when he could. Moved like a ghost through familiar halls. Checked the monitors. Second ward, medical bay, block four.
Just three rooms away from the surgical machines where Hojo lobotomized unruly test subjects.
I’m so emotional over Dororo ending! I’ll miss watching it every monday, i hope hyakki and dororo live the rest of their lives in peace and happiness!!
Sentí humillación, me sentí una burla, me sentí odiada. ¿Por qué me odian? No les he hecho nada malo. Ellos no saben lo que es sentirse así. Sentirte tan triste, que lo único que quieres es morir, porque así todo sería más sencillo.
Dejen las burlas y los comentarios negativos de un lado, ustedes no saben lo que pueden ocasionar. DEJEN DE REÍRSE DE LAS PERSONAS, Y DE QUERER DESEAR SU MUERTE.
“I don’t know if I will have the time to write anymore letters because I might be too busy trying to participate. So if this does end up being the last letter, I just want you to know that I was in a bad place before I started high school and you helped me.
Even if you didn’t know what I was talking about or know someone who’s gone through it. You made me not feel alone.
Because I know there are people who say all these things don’t happen. And there are people who forget what it’s like to be sixteen when they turn seventeen. And know these will all be stories someday and our pictures will become old photographs and we’ll all become somebody’s mom or dad. But right now these moments are not stories.
This is happening. I am here and I am looking at her and she is so beautiful. I can see it. This one moment when you know you’re not a sad story, you are alive. And you stand up and see the lights on buildings and everything that makes you wonder, when you were listening to that song on that drive with the people you love most in this world.
And in this moment, I swear, we are infinite.”
From “The Perks of Being a Wallflower” (maybe one of the most touching movies I’ve ever seen. the book is great too!)
