SatoSugu x Song of Achilles
I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.
And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone.
But most ugly of all are his eyes: blue, bright blue. When people see them, they flinch. Such things are freakish. He is lucky he was not killed at birth.
He is half of my soul, as the poets say.
He smiled, and his face was like the sun.
“Name one hero who was happy.” I considered…
“You can't.”
“I can't.”
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"The longer we live the more weight we carry in our hearts".
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