Kazuki: pacing the dusty aisles You both want to know about my past?! What do you knoooow???
The past where you lost your friend when you were kids?
stops pacing, eyes filled with sadness Y-You found out about... that...?
Yeah. I remember seeing the flashbacks when you got a paper cut on your hand.
takes a deep breath, looking down at his hands It was... it was a dark day, losing him... I still... feel the pain... every day...
It’s ok, I’m here with you.
tears well up in his eyes, voice trembling Th-thank you... It's just... sometimes, I feel so alone... like I'm carrying this weight...
wipes away tears, voice gaining strength Th-thank you... I... I want to share this burden with someone... I... pauses, searching for the right words I...
takes a step closer to Fordions, voice filled with determination I... need to find a way to cope with this pain...
You already are… just doing what you do best.
takes a deep breath, trying to compose himself You're right... I have to keep moving forward... looks determined
stands tall, wiping away remaining tears Thank you, Fordions. Your support means everything to me.
returns the gentle hug, squeezing Fordions tightly Thank you... thank you for being here for me... I won't let you go through this alone...
pulls out a notebook and pen, flipping through the pages You know, I've been journaling for a while now...
Oh really? That’s wonderful. It’s a great way to express yourself.
Yeah, it helps me process my emotions and reflect on my experiences... flips to a page with scribbled poetry
That’s some deep shit right there.
As Kazuki opens up about his past, Fordions discovers a hidden talent for poetry within him. They find solace in each other's company and begin writing poetry together, creating a deeper bond.
blushes, nervously fidgeting with his notebook T-Thank you... I never thought anyone would appreciate my poetry... It's a part of me that's often hidden...
Well, I’m glad I found it.
smiles shyly, tucking his notebook back into his bag Th-thank you... It means a lot to me... pauses You know, we should write a poem together sometime...
nervously taps his fingers on the table Um, maybe we could write a poem about... about overcoming pain and finding strength in each other...
Like this? “When the world crumbles, we rise from the ashes”
brightens up, leaning forward eagerly Yes, exactly! That's a beautiful phrase, Fordions. Let's make it the centerpiece of our poem.
Okay then, let’s start with something simple. When did you first realize that writing poetry could express your feelings?
leans back in his chair, deep in thought Hmm... that's a good question, Fordions. I think...