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Post by Mitsuki Park on Jul 21, 2007 17:07:07 GMT -8
OOC: This is meant to be confusing + short.
"...what."
"I'm sorry."
"..where is he..."
"..."
"...where..is he."
"I can't tell you."
"...I don't understand."
"You're not supposed to."
"Then why?"
"Because you had the right to know."
"..right to know?"
He could see where she was getting at, and frowned. Eyebrows furrowed inward; here he was, telling her that she had the right to know, yet was still keeping things from her.
"I'm sorry."
"Me too."
Flat voice.
She left him standing there as frustration crept up from the bottom of his gut.
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Jul 29, 2007 20:15:45 GMT -8
OOC: All posts are supposed to be confusing. Unless I told you what's going on. But then that's no fun. xD
With a backpack slung over her shoulder, Mitsuki Park stood in a rather long line, pieces of paper and a small booklet held in her hand. With a slight sigh, she looked around the spacious area...yet here she was, stuck in a line. She was tempted to turn around and sit on one of the many empty chairs, but she figured eventually she'd have to get in line again. Music booming in her ear, minutes quickly turned into hours, and she found herself in front of the line, where a lady looked over at her, away from the computer.
"I bought a ticket to the 11:30 flight for Tokyo, Japan, online."
"..mm, can I see some ID, the receipt to the purchase and a passport?"
"Yeah..."
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Sept 15, 2007 14:17:06 GMT -8
She could almost see him and his daughter, laughing with each other, playing tag. She could almost see his radiant smile, the glow on his daughter's face, the shine in his eyes as he picks up his reason for living and places her on his shoulders. She could almost see herself holding hands with him, when they were younger, as he helped her across the street. Almost see him guide her on how to tie shoe laces, make pancakes, learn the alphabet...
Almost...
Almost...
But not quite.
Eyes were slightly red from jet lag. She was kept awake during the fifteen hour plane ride to Japan, listening to the music the plane provided - mostly classical. They were repeated songs, she noticed, every two hours, and she couldn't wait to get off the plane. Who wouldn't, when there were new born babes bawling their eyes?
Now she couldn't wait to go back on.
She wished she felt something; remorse, guilt, anything. But she didn't; she hardly knew him at all. Perhaps a sense of regret lied within her. Regret that she hadn't figured out sooner. All the clues were right in front of her, left openly for Mitsuki to figure out whenever she wanted - but she didn't. Blind. Is that what she is? Is she so blind that she couldn't even figure out on her own who he was? Who they were? Everyone knew; Sensei probably even knew. Her parents, step-parents, hell, even Andrew. How did she not know? Her own flesh and blood, the man who was born on the same day as her. The person she was closest to and...
How did she not know?
How could she not know? All those days Mitsuki fell ill, was he ill too? All those days she felt sick, was it because he was too? All those days when she was moody, did something happen to him? Did they have any connection?
But the question that bothered her the most: Why.
Why did he do this? What reason was there to push Mitsuki completely out of his life? What reason was there to keep Mitsuki away from her niece? Why?
Why?
That secret was buried with him; and here she stood in front of a grave, flowers all neatly surrounding the picture frame as the tombstone had not yet been placed. Who were all these people to give her brother flowers?
Hands clenched around the picture she carried - the two as children - four words scribbled on the back.
Well, at least now she felt something. Anger. She let go of the picture and let the sheet of glossy paper fall gently onto his grave, on top of the flowers, the four words staring up at the sky.
Was he watching?
Happy Birthday to us
Yes.
Happy birthday Reita Park.
Happy birthday to us.
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