[Here she is! She's doing it! Taking the knife closer into her body - not letting go of the steel, chunks coming out of her fingers - it's happening. This is the plan: rigor mortis, keep the knife in her hands, Osaka can't take it back. Her elbows are shaking a lot more than she thought they would, though, wow. Same goes for her knees. They give out, and she falls to kneel before Osaka, but there's so much momentum in the front of her body... the rest falls flat onto her back.
She can see the sky through the treetops. A few stars, some identifiable. There's only a little winking moon... and no heavenly river. She'll never make a Tanabata wish again, she realizes, or take Maria trick or treating. No asking Alice's help to make chocolates for Seta and Yamane. No graduation party for Shimamoto-san...
These are all object ideas. Tangible. Typical. Traditional. Fun enough for everyone. Without fun things, Haruhi has never really intended to keep on living. What point is there if you don't get your way? It's not possible for the world to revolve around her. Altair and Vega are too far away for her wishes to have been granted yet, and the ritual... Oh, that ritual... Supernatural phenomena are all crazy people.
The only thing that made them significant... spending time with the others, who she never understood. Maybe when she sees them again later, she'll get to know why Mama Ushiromiya is to be avoided, or how Nui lost her eye, or the real legal name of Osaka.
Her lungs are heavy. Fluid everywhere. Blood blossoms on her white school shirt like a tissue in water.]
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[Here she is! She's doing it! Taking the knife closer into her body - not letting go of the steel, chunks coming out of her fingers - it's happening. This is the plan: rigor mortis, keep the knife in her hands, Osaka can't take it back. Her elbows are shaking a lot more than she thought they would, though, wow. Same goes for her knees. They give out, and she falls to kneel before Osaka, but there's so much momentum in the front of her body... the rest falls flat onto her back.
She can see the sky through the treetops. A few stars, some identifiable. There's only a little winking moon... and no heavenly river. She'll never make a Tanabata wish again, she realizes, or take Maria trick or treating. No asking Alice's help to make chocolates for Seta and Yamane. No graduation party for Shimamoto-san...
These are all object ideas. Tangible. Typical. Traditional. Fun enough for everyone. Without fun things, Haruhi has never really intended to keep on living. What point is there if you don't get your way? It's not possible for the world to revolve around her. Altair and Vega are too far away for her wishes to have been granted yet, and the ritual... Oh, that ritual... Supernatural phenomena are all crazy people.
The only thing that made them significant... spending time with the others, who she never understood. Maybe when she sees them again later, she'll get to know why Mama Ushiromiya is to be avoided, or how Nui lost her eye, or the real legal name of Osaka.
Her lungs are heavy. Fluid everywhere. Blood blossoms on her white school shirt like a tissue in water.]
See... later...