Random Leaf #1310

"She reminds of the moom," he reluctantly replied.

Random Leaf #1309

"He smells like the sun," she faintly whispered.

Random Leaf #1308

For the one who is most evil does not and will never require souls as payment. They are the creator's own property, after all. All the thing that the one who is most evil only needs are memories. Not a bad trade, if you think about it, right?

Random Leaf #1307

"It's fine. I'm happy she's happy and I get to see her everyday. What more could I ask?" I proudly answered.

"Tides come and go, my friends. You know full well she won't always be there." He jokingly remarked. But hidden in those words, it was meant as a warning. A warning to me.

Random Leaf #1306

The dreams will never be as vivid.

Random Leaf #1305

There will always come a time. I do not what what it will be about. I am sure we won't be ready for it. Whatever it is that will come.

Random Leaf #1304

Aren't we all one and the same? Some maybe broken, dented or damage, even still, we're all dying or are already dead inside.

Random Leaf #1303

In all honesty, if each and everyone truthfully and honestly understand each other, contradictory, no one would be trusting.

Random Leaf #1302

If only we could all hear the music that not all are blessed to hear. If only we could all distinguish the hues that not all are blessed to notice.

Random Leaf #1301

The hue of the world appeara differently from person to person. But the hints are only, and will always will be, too subtle to individually discriminate.

Random Leaf #1300

A lifetime will never be enough. It will never be.

Random Leaf #1299

For they cannot see the torch you carry

and the things they see is hardly visible to you. To what extent should patience still be called a virtue if by all means, much like them, you are only human.

Random Leaf #1298

Yet the present screams yes.

Random Leaf #1297

Would these little trivialities matter in a few years hence?

Random Leaf #1296

For the authors are the most evil and most beautiful beings made.

Random Leaf #1295

Can you still say the same when those you saved asks: "how can everything be fine if you're dying for us?"

Random Leaf #1294

They're too unreal and unbelievably realistic.

Random Leaf #1293

It is not her that sings the music. The music becomes her.

Random Leaf #1292

"I'm alright. Everything will is fine," that was her first lie ever.

Random Leaf #1291

Is it bravery or desperation?

Random Leaf #1290 IG

For I too, for someone else, is barely part of this world.

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For I too — for someone else — am not a part of this world.

Random Leaf #1291

Was it ideals that set him apart?

Random Leaf #1290 IG

It was already but the hero finally realized the blood on his hands. He was no savior to all. On one side, he is. On the the other he is not.

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It was already done—

when the hero finally realized

the blood on his hands.

He was no savior at all.

To most, he is—

To some, he is not.

Random Leaf #1289

And so in that future, they went on their separate ways?

Random Leaf #1288

Someday dream some daydream.

Random Leaf #1287

Someday dream.

Random Leaf #1286

Some daydream.