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[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...Um... Asch? Girl Asch, the one who sings to me...

Can I talk to you?

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[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

What's up?

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...I just wanted to tell you that he wasn't mad. He just held me and said he'd try and help.

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

I'm glad.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

Yeah... It was good. [hugs]

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

*hugs back* You're so lucky to have someone to want to help you like that.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...Yeah, I am...

...I'm just glad he wasn't angry.

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

... when you actually want to try and stop doing that, people... don't get angry. It's odd.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...I don't understand it. Nobody got mad at me, you all just helped me... You didn't even get upset.

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

*rolls up her sleeve, showing the scar on her upper arm* I have my own scars.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

[looks away] ...Doesn't it bother you?

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

*lowers her sleeve* At one time, yeah. But... you can't let that get you down.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...I don't like seeing them.

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

Neither do I... but they're a part of me now.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...I guess...

...You said I should do something that I like when I feel like it, right?

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Train, bake, go outside and scream really loud...

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...I don't know what I like doing that's okay those times... I can't be with Guy, and I can't have my sword then.

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

You can't go outside and do katas or something?

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...I don't know what that means.

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

Martial arts. Bare handed.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

I don't do martial arts, though... I have to use my sword for it. And I don't know what else I can do... I need your help.

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

... *thinks for a minute* Come with me.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

Alright... [reaches for her hand]

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

*takes it, leading him outside*

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

[goes along with her]

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

Ready? I want you to run.