♚ ¹ˢᵗ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ ᵂᶤᶰᶰᵉʳ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵖʳᶤᶰᵍ ²⁰¹⁷ [ᴴᵘᶰᵗᵉʳˣᴴᵘᶰᵗᵉʳ ᵂᵃᵗᵗʸ ᴬʷᵃʳᵈˢ] [ᴼᵗʰᵉʳ/ᴹᶤˣᵉᵈ ᴹᵉᵈᶤᵃ]
♚ ¹ˢᵗ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ ᵂᶤᶰᶰᵉʳ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᴬᶰᵍᵉˡᶤᶜᴬᶰᶤᵐᵉᴬʷᵃʳᵈˢ [ᴴᵘᶰᵗᵉʳˣᴴᵘᶰᵗᵉʳ ᶜᵃᵗᵉᵍᵒʳʸ]
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"Say, Killua... If I leave one day... You'll look after Gon, right?"
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I stood there in front of the funeral pyre, my eyes fixed on the dancing flames that consumed the earthly remains of my dearest friend, Rin. The crackling of the fire echoed the shattering of my heart, and each flicker seemed to illuminate the cavernous void her departure had left within me.
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'When you said that you would leave... I didn't think your destination would be heaven.'
Rin's laughter, her infectious spirit, the warmth of her presence – all reduced to ashes. My heart, already shattered, ached as I watched the flames devour the last physical remnants of the only person I ever truly loved. The world seemed to blur around me, the pain an all-encompassing fog that clung to my every breath.
'Why did you leave me...? Why didn't you say anything...?'
I wanted to scream out loud. But... Deep down I already knew the reason... Farewells are tough, aren't they?
'It's always been hard for you... to say goodbye.'
My once lively eyes, now dull and haunted, traced the outline of the pyre, each flicker of flame a painful reminder of what I had lost.
'Now I know how hard it is...'
I tried to swallow the lump in my throat, but it lingered, a constant reminder of the grief that threatened to consume me whole. My hands, normally steady, trembled at my sides, powerless to bring back the soul now ascending into the ethereal unknown.
Despite the tempest raging within, I wore a tough facade. A mask carefully constructed to shield myself from the well-meaning condolences that surrounded me. People approached their voices a distant hum, offering kind words that fell like rain on a drought-ridden land.
"I'm sorry for your loss," they said, their eyes reflecting sympathy.
I nodded in acknowledgment, my jaw clenched in an attempt to stave off the torrent of emotions threatening to spill forth. I became a silent recipient of their consoling words, my own pain tucked away beneath the mask of strength. It was a necessary armor, a defense against the vulnerability that lay just beneath the surface.
