[It's the memories that make this so difficult; Yu has known that much since he first encountered Mikey again. They rise unbidden to the forefront of his mind, affixed there whenever he thinks of the other boy. Dull eyes and vicious hands and darkness...will there ever be a time when that association goes away? And even if it does, how can he divorce those memories from the concept of moving past what happened?
... But he has to, doesn't he? They both do. Memories or not, they're all still here, and this town has its limits. They all became friends in the first place because they traveled in the same circles, because they can't stay out of each others' ways. Trying to do so now would be asking a lot of any one of them.
Yu is momentarily struck by the question --and it's one hell of a question, isn't it-- as a strange mix of flustered surprise and distress cracks through his calm expression.]
I... [He realizes very suddenly that he doesn't know how to answer that. If that's even the question. ...is it? Or is it more like...]
...I don't think I can stop.
[Because he doesn't think he has stopped. Part of him wishes he had.]
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... But he has to, doesn't he? They both do. Memories or not, they're all still here, and this town has its limits. They all became friends in the first place because they traveled in the same circles, because they can't stay out of each others' ways. Trying to do so now would be asking a lot of any one of them.
Yu is momentarily struck by the question --and it's one hell of a question, isn't it-- as a strange mix of flustered surprise and distress cracks through his calm expression.]
I... [He realizes very suddenly that he doesn't know how to answer that. If that's even the question. ...is it? Or is it more like...]
...I don't think I can stop.
[Because he doesn't think he has stopped. Part of him wishes he had.]