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written by levi!

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daibakuha ::

Studying her for a few more seconds, he shifted his weight; hands resting on his hips. The heavy atmosphere vanished so suddenly it was as if it had never been there to begin with.

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“Now ain’t that jus’ the question of the fuckin’ year.” Shrugging, he continued. “Ain’t got a word for it. S’just something you can recognize if you know what it’s like.” Crossing his arms over his chest, Oda figured he should elaborate. “Those of us that’ve seen the atrocities o’ this world…it ain’t somethin’ you can unsee, you know? It changes you. An’ usually it’s not fer th’ better.”

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          it was interesting, because sakura had seen many things that she could never forget. she could never forget the death toll that seemed to never stop piling up during the war, she could never forget their lifeless gray faces as their bodies were placed in graves one after another. their eyes, drained of all life & color; as if they had never been alive at all. 

          no, she wouldn’t ever be able to forget.

          perhaps she was just good at upholding an indifferent visage. keeping an aura about her that was strictly professional & unwavering – maybe that was it. she had never been good at hiding her feelings; but over time, she had grown to be able to mask the storm of sentiments for long enough that she was able to get home before the crying started.

                    ❛   you’re wrong about me.   

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          & ‘twas all she'd offer as a reply, crestfallen emeralds focusing on his expression in a way that read take me seriously.

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