You don't understand! How could you understand? How could anyone understand!? [ He's right, he's right about her reason for living, but when you've got a death sentence hanging over your head, it's hard to find it in you to pretend like you don't, pretend you want that reason to get up in the morning.
For a week she'd been fooling herself into thinking this was enough, that she could wake up and cook breakfast for her boyfriend and do the shopping and pick up chess and make lunch for her boyfriend and tease her friends on the community and watch television and think about learning how to use a washing machine and cook dinner for her boyfriend and have something warm to drink before bed and be happy, but day in and day out and day in and day out and my God had it really only been a week? How could people live like this, for years at a time?
But singing was still a hot coal that she didn't want to touch. It was Grace's betrayal, and Ranka-chan's rise to stardom, and a discount bin full of singles, and it seemed so much easier just to let it not matter, to make it not matter. ]
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For a week she'd been fooling herself into thinking this was enough, that she could wake up and cook breakfast for her boyfriend and do the shopping and pick up chess and make lunch for her boyfriend and tease her friends on the community and watch television and think about learning how to use a washing machine and cook dinner for her boyfriend and have something warm to drink before bed and be happy, but day in and day out and day in and day out and my God had it really only been a week? How could people live like this, for years at a time?
But singing was still a hot coal that she didn't want to touch. It was Grace's betrayal, and Ranka-chan's rise to stardom, and a discount bin full of singles, and it seemed so much easier just to let it not matter, to make it not matter. ]