It's odd, when you find something, surprisingly, unbearable. To miss certain things being said is the worst of these surprisingly unbearable things. To have to realize, to think, however unwillingly, that they perhaps will never be said again.
No more reassuring comfort in a long sleep because of, "I'll be over there now. Sweet dreams. I love you." Because the one who said that was always tired now. Always gone off somewhere, giving little report unless it had been exciting, or out of the ordinary...
No more staring out across a never-ending field, beautiful in its thousand-thousand colors, relaxed in a way that came naturally, silent because no words needed to be said, glances and features enough. For things were different now. How this had come to be who knew, but now things were, and it felt they would remain so.
Maybe they'd gotten tired. Gotten tired of all the nagging, complaining. Tired of all the babyish ways and the Johnnycake looks. Yeah, maybe that was it...maybe it was just me they got tired of...
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Nii-san...
*Frowns worriedly.*