Character: Toora Watanabe. Page 3

In everyday life, after that left, that right, that righteousness, that wickedness, by and large, is not important.

Everything was too bright, and I could not determine where we should start. Kind of like the map too detailed at times due to the overabundance of detail is useless.

That's why I have these strings and write. Because I am - until everything is on paper, not painted, will not be able to get to the end.

Still a strange thing memory.

However, though I try to forget everything, inside of me remains something like a clot of muddy air.

In that strange place I have lived together with the dead. There Naoko lived, and we were even able to talk to her and cuddle. In the place of death was only one of the many things that make up life. Naoko has continued to live there died. And told me: "All right, Watanabe, it's just death. Don't pay attention."

This, of course, purely my problem, and you, perhaps still, but I did sleep. Because I don't want to forget your touch.

In the world there are people who study the train timetables and they do it all day long. Others build matchstick meter ships. And it is not surprising that in this world someone wanted to get to know you closer.
- Out of curiosity? - strange asked Naoko.
- Maybe so. Normal people call it friendship or love. You like to call this sense of curiosity - I don't mind.

Parted. Finally - said Midori, got a "Marlboro", covering from the wind the fire lit.
Why?
Why? cried Midori. - What are you, nuts?! Know the rules of the subjunctive mood, versed in mathematical progression, you can read Marx, but do not understand these things? Why ask again? Why make the girl to talk about it? Because I love you more than him, isn't it obvious? I may want to love and more cute guy, but what can you do if you fell in love with it?
I wanted to say something, but his throat seems clogged, and I could not utter a word.

I had from my childhood a hell. Cost me to get involved in some business, and I ceased to notice everything else around.

He has such strong beliefs that we can not imagine, and he had them every day all increases. If he goes, he tries to become even stronger. Than someone back to show he is rather slug is ready to swallow.

The feeling that due to the fact that you met, had the chance to love this world.

Death exists not as the opposite of life, but as part of it.

A feeling in my soul hard shell, and very few can break through and get inside.