[His eyes are still closed, but he rests a forearm over them anyway, pressing it against his eyelids like the physical weight can overcome the tightness in his chest. His voice is eerily, carefully flat.]
Yesterday, after everyone left. I thought about how my dad felt when I came back to life.
[The undertakers already brought the coffin in. Natsuno barely had time to acknowledge his situation before he had to make excuses. "I'm very sorry you came all this way. There's a bad flu going around and many of our neighbors passed away. My father was just scared."]
I realized I can't remember his or mom's faces. Like someone burned a hole where the face should be. And when I try to remember their voice, all I hear is static.
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[His eyes are still closed, but he rests a forearm over them anyway, pressing it against his eyelids like the physical weight can overcome the tightness in his chest. His voice is eerily, carefully flat.]
Yesterday, after everyone left. I thought about how my dad felt when I came back to life.
[The undertakers already brought the coffin in. Natsuno barely had time to acknowledge his situation before he had to make excuses. "I'm very sorry you came all this way. There's a bad flu going around and many of our neighbors passed away. My father was just scared."]
I realized I can't remember his or mom's faces. Like someone burned a hole where the face should be. And when I try to remember their voice, all I hear is static.