A time to remember

[runmakitarun]

The air is crisp without being cold, the sun is bright without being hot, and the grass is greener than it ever was back home. But somehow... somehow this seems like the perfect place to remember papa. The perfect place to love his memory and let it go.

She looks around her. Friends. Family, in a way. She has lost much, but she has gained much.

And she is not alone.

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[runmakitarun.livejournal.com]

The shift which has Makita leaning into that hug is almost imperceptible, but it's there.

[longlonghair]

"I know it seems hard to believe now," she murmurs quietly, "but it won't always hurt so much."

[runmakitarun.livejournal.com]

Makita doesn't have any words. She probably won't for any of this. She doesn't even nod. But her shoulders seem to lose a bit of their tension.