I had difficulty finding my diary.
My bad habit... losing important things. Like my blindfold and my jar of salt.
I think losing that blindfold made me... sad.
Yes, sad...
Or maybe it is the feeling of losing something that keeps you being yourself.
Fortunately, "my friend" found it among piles of dusty items.
Many things happened at that time.
Too fast. Too broken.
Even my own mind does not want to remember it.
That pain… made me release everything unconsciously.
I do not know what happened to them after that.
But I have done my part.
At least…
Many things did not go as I wanted. I should be angry now.
But.
After all, it has been quite a long time.
Now it feels monotonous, day to day... no, year to year. Maybe because there is not much I can do with this body. Maybe it will take even longer until I can recover my physical condition.
After such a long time.
Becoming something I hate, even if forced.
Maybe it would have been better if everything had gone according to plan.
However, after going through my days with her all the time, it made me understand something. Something I thought she would never be able to show.
It feels like that girl's words... are somewhat true.
That child... Ceryn is right...
Everyone wants a beautiful ending.
...
I have to go she is calling me.
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