Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Yesterday my offspringess and I watched Ulquiorra as he was claimed by the wind and the despair. We were both crying our eyes out not despondently and engulfed in expectedness but full of hurt and questions and acuteness.
How? Why? Couldn't have anything been done to ... to ... what? Soften the blow I presume.
Kokoro e ikimasu.