| Akasuna no Sasori ( @ 2008-04-25 08:53:00 |
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079 + You think love is to pray. I'm sorry, I don't pray that way.
Claire is going to give me a vial of her blood to heal my stomach. Hopefully, this will be a permanant solution. I'm going over to her house and I want you to come with me. -Please.
Also, I'm going shopping on the upper level; anything you need?
[Suzaku]
Respond. This has gone on for far too long.
So many lies, so much pain... The afterlife is not so different from our worlds as it seems. Blood, turmoil, anger, hurt, people come against each other like gongs, and all are affected in some way, shape, or form. Is this not how it is in the living world?
Yet, in the end, I do not think we could be closer to anyone than we are to each other. Hmm?
So, a question: Would you want to live in your own world with your friends you have made here?