Quietly, he contemplated on whether he wanted to respond or not. All he cared about was the fact that Bokuto was still with him, next to him, breathing, alive. ", "Comforting?" He didn't care. Bokuto knew this, and now Akaashi did, too. Akaashi asked sincerely. "Was he ever fond of them? "Were you sick? He found some and said them without a second thought. A genuine expression made its home on Akaashi's features, and a hand reached up to push through his raven locks. "Thank you." Despite this, it only seemed to make Bokuto laugh even harder. It was the last word Kuroo murmured before he stared forward as well, having nothing more to say. His undivided attention was on Bokuto. He held it up to his ear and waited for the other line to pick up. I, personally, don't cry at a lot of stuff (I just feel sad), and it's different from person to person. I thought it was what you wanted". They were thin and bony, and he could see those smooth blue veins curling over the bones beneath his flesh. Normally, Akaashi would have walked away that instant in order to pay Bokuto a visit, but as he neared his room, he could hear two voices coming from within. His hands at his sides, Bokuto bowed. "You know Um" He looked down and rubbed his neck roughly, leaving behind deep, red marks. He turned his head weakly, and his body along with it. But he couldn't keep it up forever. "I barely ever see it." You like volleyball too?! He flinched and pulled his hand away to stare at the screen. Bokuto had always been struggling to keep a positive front, but inside, he was falling apart all along. He didn't know how to react, didn't know what to do or say, but as he searched for the right words to speak, or the right thing to do, Akaashi found himself doing something he didn't expect of himself. He only sniffed on occasion, and shifted in place, but never did he say anything to oppose Akaashi's decision. His yellow eyes stared at the screen intently. The cold was no longer a factor to Akaashi. It had been the same guy he'd almost bumped into Perhaps he'd remained in the hall and watched as Akaashi had gone from a brisk walk to a sudden stop. Kenma's unconcerned tone contradicted his words, but something told Akaashi that he meant everything he was saying. Very much." "I'm already in Death row. Akaashi frowned and felt that familiar pain pierce his chest. Despite this, Bokuto was still close enough for their arms to touch. I've got time. "No, no, no, no-" He pulled away from the windowsill and ran out of his room, straight downstairs and to the front door. He chuckled and rubbed at his face wearily. Akaashi sighed to himself, frustrated with how easily he'd given in to Bokuto's begging. He knit his fingers together and kept his eyes down, anticipating when the first boom of thunder would sound. Sho is shown to be a quiet and very polite boy. If I remember correctly.". From: Bokuto (Sent July 29th at 11:56 PM). He dreamt of nothing in particular that night. It lit Bokuto's face up just enough for Akaashi to take in those healthy features that were staring back at him. He looked at him and exhaled through his nose quietly. He walked ahead quickly, straight into the room. He turned his head and met Akaashi's gaze with weary, well rested eyes. They go back a couple of years.". Akaashi shoved his visitor lightly. I was the only one willing to give it to him." He turned his head to get a clear look at Bokuto's face, but instantly wished he hadn't. I wish I could sleep like that again.". Bokuto reached up a cold, frail hand to wipe at the mess that was his face. Akaashi literally found nothing special about Bokuto. "How insensitive of me" He furrowed his brow, mentally scolding himself. Akaashi almost smiled back, and he would have, too, if it hadn't been for the thunder that sounded its arrival from above. lamar county tx property search 2 via de boleto "Sorry." He wore a grimace upon his reddened face. Kenma didn't give him a chance to respond. Characters die in one life?" It was so weak and feeble, it could barely be heard, but it was there, and Akaashi could hear it, so that was enough for Bokuto. But for what it's worth, my name is Bokuto.". "We're going back to the hospital right now. Akaashi figured he should stay quiet too. Bokuto refused to budge. Kuroo finally left the room after four minutes or so, having forgotten that he was supposed to leave in the first place. The air was bitter and cold, and it hit Bokuto like a slap to the face as another gust of wind forced its way into the hospital room. "The liquid started flooding into my mouth and nose, and it wasn't until I was suffocating that I forced myself awake.". Akaashi blinked slowly. Seeing this display unfold before him, Akaashi could barely think. It was the weakest sound Akaashi had ever heard. The room was dark, apart from the soft orange glow that his lamp gave off. Kenma almost murmured the words. "Setting an alarm for six AM." I don't want to know them. "Yeah, I'm-," He turned his head, "Is there someone in there?" He jogged downstairs, slipped his shoes on, and was out the door in seconds, making his way down the familiar route to the hospital. 299K 5.7K 29.5K. I didn't hear what you said" Kenma looked up and was greeted with a front facing camera. It's so good that I hate it so much because the sheer amount of pain it caused me. Healthy. He placed one hand on the windowsill and squeezed, his knuckles going white. The male across from him did well in hiding the look of offense that almost surfaced upon his face. "What makes you think I'm attached to you? All he had to offer was a, "The pleasure is mine," before moving forward to try and usher Bokuto back into his room. He smelled sort of like a hospital. Akaashi made his way to the hospital for the umpteenth time that week, his hands in his jacket pockets and his nose burying into the burgundy knit scarf that protected him from the chilly weather. ", "Well if you've watched it seven times then why not watch it an eighth time? Even if it's just a little bit." I never asked." He just hoped that the night wouldn't bring him any malevolent dreams. At the very least, definitely one of the most impactful. He held it in his shaking hands and closed his eyes in an attempt to try and find sleep again. You'll still be the best. Bokuto beamed at him with a smile that spoke a thousand words, and his hand reached out to touch Akaashi's cheek. I can.. B-arely speak. His hands quivered as he dug his nails into his knuckles. He climbed into bed and folded one leg, pulling over his laptop to start it up. "Fine by me! He forced those words away and replaced them with new ones. ", "I hope so. The answer came so much more quickly than Kuroo thought it would. Gazing up at Akaashi, Bokuto frowned and tried to form some words, but failed in the end. His eyes were glued to Akaashi's, and Akaashi found that he was unable to look away. His eyes where set forward. So whenever he went silent, an unwelcomed feeling of discomfort found its home within Akaashi. t had been some time since Akaashi set foot into that hospital. He almost portrayed the behaviors of a child, sticking to an activity and refusing to let it up, repeating whatever he was up to without having anyone to tell him to stop. He stared at his knees intensely before Kenma spoke up. Ever since Bokuto's last panic attack, it had suddenly become more difficult for him to control his words, movements, and actions altogether. Kuroo looked at Akaashi sideways. They felt mandatory now. He was ecstatic. It seemed that, after finally hearing his pent up thoughts aloud, they had frayed his nerves more than he thought they would. Akaashi is dreaming and he sees bokuto in his dream and most ppl think this also. Once he saw this, Kenma picked himself up from his seat, put his hands at his side, and bowed his head. It was because of this that he was so surprised when he felt a gentle sensation against his forehead. i mean, i felt sad sure but I didn't really get the last few parts, like was it a dream, was Akaashi having a hallucination, did he die from a broken heart and that was like a vision of some of his best moments with Bokuto, etc. "So we were going to step outside for a minute or two in order to get this owl to shut up.". His face looked both shocked and exhausted at the same time. He waves goodbye to his sister, shuts the door, and then walks to school, taking in a breath of the cool morning air. Swiftly, Akaashi closed the window, having gathered just enough snow off the edge for him to show to Bokuto. He did not give Akaashi time to voice his guess as he then moved his finger to point at his eye, then finally at Akaashi. The hospital AU that no body asked for, but that I took upon myself to write. He must have been. He left the room quickly, leaving Bokuto by his lonesome. Kuroo panned the phone to his side, and a blurred Kenma came into focus on screen. "Let's go then. He reached a hand out and touched Bokuto's forehead. He tried to hide his grin with his hand, but it was still visible from the gaps between his fingers. Kuroo froze. Akaashi's phone vibrated against his forehead. He didn't wait for Kuroo to respond and glanced into Bokuto's room. He moved in his seat and sat straight against the head of the bed, then looked down at Bokuto. Akaashi relaxed then, keeping the sleeping act alive. What was he to say? If he had known that sending simple text messages would have turned into daily hospital visits, then he would have never handed over his cell number. His breathing evened out and in no time, he could feel himself slipping, slowly, into the warm grasp of sleep, unable to resist. Whatever was left of Akaashi's smile faded. He held his face against the corpse's neck, just beneath the jawline, breathing in all that was left of Bokuto. "You seem to have grown more attached to that Pocky stick than me". Kuroo scratched the back of his head. He stared at Bokuto and could only nod with whatever it was he thought he was agreeing with. "We were actually just talking about stepping outside. "I told you I would" He all but murmured against Bokuto's shoulder. Kuroo echoed the words in agreement. Bokuto and Kuroo continued to talk animatedly, the both of them out of earshot. He almost couldn't find his voice, but when he did, he tried his best to keep it from shaking. I can't eat. Bokuto looked down and twisted his lips to the side. Bokuto's laughter died down and he closed his eyes. I was so weak, and it'd gotten to the point where I could barely breath. His movements were uncoordinated and slow, and the only sounds he could manage were meek and most of the time inaudible. "Ah, I've finally said something funny." He ascended those familiar steps, said hello to the familiar faces, and rounded that familiar corner that he knew would lead him to Bokuto's room. He wanted to know if it was real or not. Bokuto no longer smelled like a hospital. ", "Not to my knowledge. Bokuto kept his finger up, then moved his hand to point it at himself. He feared that if he did, he wouldn't be able to keep his emotions at bay. "I understand. "Why do you watch me like that?" Akaashi was quick to withdraw his hand, but he managed it discretely. Minutes passed, and in time, Akaashi could feel Bokuto relaxing against him, the signs of fatigue finally wearing him down. what disease did, bokuto have in another life. He recoiled with a grunt. He set the drinks down and shuffled into bed, as if trying not to wake the other. His hands rested on his stomach, the dark blanket surrounding him from behind, but slipping off just enough for his torso to be exposed. He found it strange, how Bokuto was the one . "Yeah. FFI?" Akaashi figured it was safe to say that Bokuto had already begun to pull Kenma back in. Why did he lack the understanding of just how serious his condition was? WE HAVE TO PLAY TOGETHER.]. I'm not sick, but this place makes me feel like I am." externally i'm smiling probably because i'm trying to hide all those FEELS. I recommend everyone who has the heart for it, READ THIS FIC! Bokuto swallowed thickly and toyed with the Pocky in his hand. Taking a seat on the edge of the bed, Bokuto rubbed the back of his neck. He watched the window quietly, paying no mind to his visitor, or so Akaashi thought. ", Small tears spilled out of Bokuto's eyes and rolled down his hauntingly placid features. It still smelled like him. In time, Kuroo and Kenma found that it was time for them to make their way back home. 2) After Akaashi fell asleep, he somehow transported to an alternate universe where Bokuto is alive. "Hey- Akaashi, right? He tossed the navy blue one to Bokuto, remembering how fond he was of it the last time he'd come over. He struggled to raise a hand, and slowly he twirled his index finger in circles at the side of his head. No one could hear me. I most definitely did not sob reading this. "I'll get us some water." Akaashi looked up from his phone after sending the message and turned his head to notice that Bokuto was once again staring at him with acute interest. He stalked over to the other side of the bed, where he would be able to look at Bokuto's face. But as each second passed, Akaashi could feel his own pain building up more and more within him. ", Akaashi nearly scoffed. The stranger could have been a patient at the hospital for all Akaashi knew, and the last thing he needed was a sickly acquaintance to add to his already short list of friends. He had so many things he'd wanted to do with him, so many things he'd wanted to say, but all of those things seemed to have fallen away once the moment had finally come. Akaashi tried to hide his frown. "Hey- hey!" Akaashi stared at Bokuto, opened his mouth to say something, but found that he couldn't form even one simple word. "Well, I guess that's it for now. "Three words? When you're around him, you help him forget.". I've watched this movie so many times, I actually fell asleep." I know a gymnasium we can go to], [Is that too long a wait? He watched Bokuto's fingers curl around the phone, and his hand slowly backed away. As much as he didn't want to believe it, Akaashi wanted so badly to help. He continued to stare on as he talked. "Look at me, it's going to be fine." He walked home that day with a balled up blanket in his arms, a burgundy scarf around his neck, and nothing more from the hospital. It was cold and shook in short bursts. "But I also want you to hold onto it.". by hatsumix. The bright light caused him to squint as he read the message. He didn't look into any of the rooms. "The three hours!" Seeing you smile, those amber eyes and your laughs. Whenever we did, Kuroo and Bokuto would meet up afterwards and spend time together. A light hearted laugh bubbled out from deep within his chest, and the sound filled the room as soon as it hit the air. In the past, he'd always get sort of tense and paranoid whenever a storm would pass over head, but that was kind of it. ", Akaashi clenched his jaw behind a mildly irritated face. i'm in spain but the s is silent. Akaashi shared a bench with Kenma. A sugar replacement used in many stevia, monk-fruit, keto and other reduced-sugar products marketed for weight loss and diabetes has been linked to stroke, heart attack and early death, a new . How old is Bokuto and Akaashi? Akaashi watched curiously as Bokuto's lips quivered into a wide grin, and as the light captured his features, Akaashi realized just how embarrassed Bokuto actually was. Bokuto was bursting with emotion. "Yes.". to watch kuroo slowly die was a kind of pain i didn't know existed. He was trying. He quickly got up from the bed and walked off. "You will get through this. I may not be as sharp as I used to, but that whole 'Time flies when you're having fun,' rule still applies to me, even today.". He spoke with a small woman there, and after several minutes had passed, Akaashi backed away from the desk, some sheets of paper in hand. The sounds of their sneakers squeaking against the gym floor was so memory inducing, it caused Akaashi to take a moment and reminisce on the old days, as if doing so would take him back in time to when he'd play volleyball every single day after school. He pulled and tugged at them restlessly. "Of this hospital. Akaashi sat up and placed his phone on the counter. This one.". He already knew. He smoothed his thumb over Bokuto's knuckles. A gasp escaped Bokuto. Slowly, Akaashi's laugh eased into a chuckle, and as he sat there in his seat, he looked down at Bokuto with placid eyes. "Hm? I don't think I've ever heard you laugh, or seen you smile for that matter. It shocked him as Akaashi continued. "I did" He paused for a moment. "It's been over three hours, actually. Bokuto stuck his head out of the window slightly and kept it there as the snowflakes fell all around him. He could practically hear the frown in his voice. Akaashi lifted his head from his pillow and reached a hand out to grab his phone. "Nope." He didn't care, nor did he think he would care in the near future. Alarmed, he snapped around quickly. 61.7K 2.6K 3.9K. Staring down wide-eyed at the floor of the hospital room, Bokuto fought to find words. Akaashi was glad. Okay but if someone could explain to me the ending of In Another Life by littleluxray that would be very nice. He looked up and grinned, and waved wildly in Akaashi's direction. "I don't think I want to ask about the symptoms of this illness.". He watched as Bokuto gathered it up in his arms and threw it around himself. They were fingers. On the first night out of the three, Akaashi flat out refused to get any rest in fear of suffering another night terror. "Good" Bokuto eased back and buried his head into his pillow. Akaashi never knew that Bokuto was one to suddenly sulk on a dime. Akaashi said his name, and to this, Bokuto stirred awake. This is why I never read Major Character Death. It was no doubt that he was larger than Akaashi, but that didn't stop him from fitting in just right. "Just Because" He replied in what almost sounded like a surprised tone. Akaashi stifled a laugh. "Don't call me that." Something told him that those words weren't meant for the movie, but Akaashi shoved this thought away. "I wanted to do s-so many things". When would he ever use it again? He had no interest in staying where he was. "It m-makes me Feel like I'll h-have another life One beyond this one One that's better Wh.. Where I can actually wake up to you and be with y you" A smile played on his pale, thin lips. "Well, you're laughing now" He tried to hide his smile. Not great, but alright. Don't worry about it.". speckle park bull sales 2021 847-461-9794; what disease did, bokuto have in another life. what disease did, bokuto have in another life. They didn't speak for a moment, and the room was filled with the hushed sounds of the outside. Kuroo." There was only blackness. "Me too" Bokuto's eyes never left Akaashi. Bokuto stood at the side of Akaashi's bed. "I know." Dissociative disorders are mental disorders that involve experiencing a disconnection and lack of continuity between thoughts, memories, surroundings, actions and identity. They are my favorite ship in Haikyuu, so typing this makes little to no sense to me. He then reached out and took hold of Bokuto's arm to help him back to the bed. He leaned back in his chair. You shouldn't be-". He knew that once they found out, they would take Bokuto away from him. He focused on nothing Something he remembered Kenma doing. "I told you I had my moments every so often.". For example, I've actually never cried over a manga/anime/book because that's just how I am, but I still say that I cried because that's how I felt at the time even though I didn't literally and physically cry. "Um Bokuto? His hands tensed, relaxed, and rested against his neck. It seemed more along the lines of an act of affection, or at least as affectionate as Kenma could get, which wasn't much. But during the other two nights, he surely did make the effort to try and lull himself to sleep, but each time he did, he either found himself stirring awake from a strange dream, or lying wide awake in the middle of the night, half expecting to receive a message from Bokuto. Akaashi was dumbfounded. "Stop trying to act like this isn't such a big deal You may not think it is, but I" He paused and reached his arms out to get in another shove. When this would happen, he'd pull a frustrated expression for only a moment before his face grew too tired to hold it any longer. His voice a mere murmur, Akaashi moved closer to Bokuto, then resumed to lie down on his back, his head slightly elevated with the pillows that sat behind him. Bokuto's skin crawled, goose bumps pimpling his porcelain surface. Juli 2022 . Akaashi cast a weary look in Bokuto's direction, gave a nod, and continued on his way until he was out of the building. Kuroo was just as bitter. I can't Sl..eep. This entire review has been hidden because of spoilers. He asked this in a tone of disbelief. No one likes to find out that someone they care about is sick Much less diagnosed with a disease that can't be cured.". That toss was perfect!" and inhaled with frailty. Though Bokuto's speaking skills weren't as good as they used to be, he was still the more talkative one out of the two. "How many words are there? He pulled out a phone, and to Akaashi's dread, he asked for his phone number. btw, HERES THE DISCORD SERVER!! There, he parted the glass slightly. Ahhhh I know you didn't tell me to send a video, but, I'm not someone who follows rules." Akaashi listened to the quickened rate of Bokuto's still beating heart, and knew that this was his response to his words. He stared at Bokuto with his lips parted, as if he were going to speak, but ended up speechless. He inhaled audibly, and Akaashi could hear a scratching sound. Akaashi pursed his lips and nodded once. "I'm fine now.". So instead of putting on a sour expression, Akaashi only kept a neutral one, like he always did. which ABSOFUCKINGLUTELY BROKE ME TO PIECES. This is strange. He would have laughed if he could. He turned his head slowly to look at Bokuto, and watched him as he lay in his arms. Again, thank you! What was he to do? I know Im asking for spoilers but I still want to know the anticipation is killing me! "There's something about Bokuto that doesn't sit well with me. Long time.". He pat the empty space next to him animatedly. Now on to another one I have noticed. Kuroo's the heavier one. He shut his eyes and squeezed his palm. Storms trigger them.". Akaashi nodded once, and that was all that Bokuto needed to hear before he ran off to retrieve the ball. "Just breathe with me.". Akaashi relaxed himself against his mattress and closed his eyes, a powerless yawn leaving him. "I hope you don't mind me sleeping." "What was the dream about?". He found that speaking was taking much more energy than he thought. However, he is initially listless and pessimistic about his operation, as he has no will to live, thinking . They had a strange relationship, to say the least. Akaashi lifted himself onto his elbows. As if straight from a cartoon, out popped a tall male from Bokuto's room, with stark black hair that both hung over his face and stuck out in all directions. You never miss a day Don't your parents ever ask why you come here so much? ], [No, he can't. "Could you please toss to me some more?". Are you busy?". If you wanna. It's a long movie, and I've watched it about seven times already. Again, if he hadn't known any better, Akaashi would have figured that Bokuto was already fast asleep. You always do.". ", "Kenma is fine." He did not seem to take offense easily. His eyes stared forward, uninterested in the information desk several meters from him. their spirits found each other again as they moved on to "another life". When it falls, I want to go out and stand in it.". "It's warm-" Bokuto exhaled and shuddered once he was inside, slipping off his shoes. You? Akaashi pursed his lips in frustration, but this look quickly vanished as a small laugh fell from his lips. He would have to close Bokuto's blinds and take his mind off of it somehow. A mere two minutes outside had turned into two hours. He returned Bokuto's gaze, then looked down quickly afterwards. Just as those words left Akaashi's mouth, the clouds outside parted, allowing the setting sun's orange light to flood into the room. He instead allowed his actions to speak for him. This might be confusing, but that's immediately what I thought. "He turned twenty only three months ago", Akaashi lowered his head. It had been some time since Akaashi set foot into that hospital. On that one hand, three fingers stuck out. "Well alright Koutarou, why do you like Cloud Atlas so much?" Akaashi could feel Bokuto's enthusiasm through his text messages. "They used to play volleyball together. "I'll get you back to the hospital by seven in the morning.". Akaashi stuffed the sheets into his bag. His mind wouldn't allow him to. He pushed Akaashi back this time. So then why was he so cheerful about his entire situation? He's sick. At times, Akaashi would look through the conversations that he'd shared with him. He commented softly, leaning back in his seat. Akaashi wanted to scream, but he couldn't find his voice. "Of course! ", "It's more than that!" Chloe was three years old when she became Chloe Holden, but her adoption didn't scar her, and she's had a great life. Pursing his lips into a thin line, Akaashi looked down and noticed that Kenma had laced his fingers together. ", "I Don't know." "I understand, but I still have to go." Several flakes had gathered on the outstretched limb, but they were not quick to melt. "If it isn't too much trouble, may I come over?". This time, Kuroo was the one to grunt, the sound coming from deep within his chest. what disease did, bokuto have in another lifeturkish airlines flight 981 victims. He opened his notes application and held the device in front of Bokuto. Did you just Say that to yourself?". Sometimes when I blink you aren't there anymore" Bokuto rubbed one of his eyes, then the other, and let his hand drop to his sides. There was no hiding it. Akaashi refused to have reacted to those moments, hoping to spare his visitor the embarrassment of him having seen that. And even if he didn't show up, he would still spend his days sending messages to Bokuto, be it text, email, or the occasional video chat. The smile on Bokuto's lips grew just a little more, signifying that he'd answered yes to Akaashi's question. He lay his cheek on the top of Akaashi's head and kept still, daring not to wake him. Without a voice, Bokuto couldn't keep up a conversation as well as he used to, no matter how hard he tried. "I said come." Same old, same old. I finished this months ago but it still hurts and just thinking about it makes me cry. It was a dreary place for him, a place he was not fond of, but a place he was obligated to visit. Press J to jump to the feed. ", He cocked his head to the side. Akaashi stared intensely at the screen, then tore his gaze away and looked back to Bokuto. He smiled. They made him feel nauseous to a point where he had to sit up in bed and swallow deep, slow breaths in order to cool himself down, and he did just that, reaching his hands up to rub at his eyes before taking a tense look around his room. Been here for about Four weeks now." And even if he could speak, he wouldn't have been able to talk for long considering the state he was in. Work Search: "Don't talk like you're not one". Slowly but gradually, Akaashi's heart rate picked up. Bokuto looked back up and thought for a moment, then nodded. He had to force himself to say the mere four words. Akaashi was close to holding his breath before Bokuto had finally drew his hand back. Another breath escaped him, slow and casual, but he'd soon learned to hold his breath when he noticed another person sitting outside in the hall, several feet from the room, where visitors could spend their time. Akaashi yanked his hands away and stared at Bokuto. Akaashi's parents were intent on having him intern in a hospital nearby, so that he could stockpile more things that would look good on his resume, for future purposes. He breathed in sharply. It would hurt if he did. Akaashi sat at the edge of Kuroo's bed, and he stared out the window without focus. I'll have to watch it again.". Keeping his eyes closed, Akaashi took in the feeling of this. Akaashi? The hospital AU that no body asked for, but that I took upon myself to write. I hope you enjoyed thisI researched FFI a lot actually, in order to get a better understanding of it. "I was the team captain, and the ace." I haven't gone outside in days." Bokuto stared at Akaashi, his features having gone from disappointed to unaccepting. ", Once Akaashi realized what Kuroo was talking about, he instantly felt his spirits fall. ", Shrugging one shoulder, Akaashi grabbed his phone. He has a solid and muscular build. A mere two minutes outside had turned into two hours. A month and sixteen days had passed since Bokuto's final visit to Akaashi's home, and once he'd been taken back to the hospital, the doctors and nurses made sure to keep a closer eye on him, and with good reason. Kuroo rubbed the lower part of his face with his hand. "You don't. Akaashi sat cross legged in the seat adjacent to Bokuto's bed. It was one of those "White days", as Bokuto liked to call them, so he paid much more attention to the world beyond the glass than he did to his own confined life in the hospital. They find eachother again, and it's a happy ending. On occasion, one or two would land on him, and he would draw his hand in quickly to try and see if he could make out the small pattern on them.
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