Kensuke tucked the photo into his bag, and then reached out for her hand. He didn't really need a hand, and if he tried to pull against, he was pretty such she would just topple. But it was reassuring, and warm, a motion his subconscious remembered, and he felt a bit nostalgic for a memory he couldn't recall. Just an echo of a feeling.
Once outside again the wind had picked up, and bit of paper and cloth where blowing about in the rubble. It was chill, cold wind blew across the wounds on his back, but some how exhilarating. This day had been unexpected, and he felt something deeper than words had been found in his heart. He felt... alive. Perhaps more than he had ever felt before. All in stark contract to this place...
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Kensuke tucked the photo into his bag, and then reached out for her hand. He didn't really need a hand, and if he tried to pull against, he was pretty such she would just topple. But it was reassuring, and warm, a motion his subconscious remembered, and he felt a bit nostalgic for a memory he couldn't recall. Just an echo of a feeling.
Once outside again the wind had picked up, and bit of paper and cloth where blowing about in the rubble.
It was chill, cold wind blew across the wounds on his back, but some how exhilarating. This day had been unexpected, and he felt something deeper than words had been found in his heart. He felt... alive. Perhaps more than he had ever felt before. All in stark contract to this place...