"Well, good." I lift my head and force my face into a cocky smirk, though I'm sure it doesn't reach my eyes. "Because I'm not a child." I tap two fingers on the top of the box. It makes a hollow sound. "This... This is not me. Not anymore. I do not... I don't care."
I swallow, wishing it would mean something, wishing I could feel it.
"Do you remember things, Masato? The way things feel?"
The question is out of me before I even realize it, and I pull back immediately. "You don't have to answer that. It is crass."
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Date: 2012-12-21 09:29 am (UTC)I swallow, wishing it would mean something, wishing I could feel it.
"Do you remember things, Masato? The way things feel?"
The question is out of me before I even realize it, and I pull back immediately. "You don't have to answer that. It is crass."