Makoto reread the message a few times, mulling over these words in particular. Change. Have to. Things have to change. It's not like those words weren't true. Everything was always changing. Friends drifted in and out of his life, people grew up. He grew up. Makoto was not the same person he had been in elementary school. He was hardly the same person he had been last year, and this fact didn't bother him. Change was natural, and it was no use to shy away from it or you could miss out on an amazing opportunity.
Change didn't have to mean everything was different. He knew But Makoto couldn't help but worry about this particular instance of change.
Though if anyone was going to know about initiating change, it would be Rin, Makoto thought briefly. There was no denying that Rin had been the catalyst of many changes throughout his life since elementary school. Rin didn't shy away from change--rather he faced it head first and challenged it to shake him.
It was admirable. Rin was a much stronger person than he was.]
I know. Im sorry about dragging it out more.
[Makoto had been defeated. There was no way he could keep his pathetic shambles of walls up when someone approached him genuinely.
More than five minutes passed before he could bring himself to type:]
I really like their smile.
[Afterwards Makoto would promptly tossed his phone at his bed, burying his burning face in his arms with a groan. He was hopeless. He was really hopeless. That piece of information was never going to help Rin figure out who he was talking about, but it was the first image that popped in his mind. And it was true, it was very true, but he had been so embarrassed typing it out that he couldn't bring himself to type anything else. His mind was too busy thinking of smiles now.
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Date: 21 Oct 2014 06:36 (UTC)Makoto reread the message a few times, mulling over these words in particular. Change. Have to. Things have to change. It's not like those words weren't true. Everything was always changing. Friends drifted in and out of his life, people grew up. He grew up. Makoto was not the same person he had been in elementary school. He was hardly the same person he had been last year, and this fact didn't bother him. Change was natural, and it was no use to shy away from it or you could miss out on an amazing opportunity.
Change didn't have to mean everything was different. He knew But Makoto couldn't help but worry about this particular instance of change.
Though if anyone was going to know about initiating change, it would be Rin, Makoto thought briefly. There was no denying that Rin had been the catalyst of many changes throughout his life since elementary school. Rin didn't shy away from change--rather he faced it head first and challenged it to shake him.
It was admirable. Rin was a much stronger person than he was.]
I know. Im sorry about dragging it out more.
[Makoto had been defeated. There was no way he could keep his pathetic shambles of walls up when someone approached him genuinely.
More than five minutes passed before he could bring himself to type:]
I really like their smile.
[Afterwards Makoto would promptly tossed his phone at his bed, burying his burning face in his arms with a groan. He was hopeless. He was really hopeless. That piece of information was never going to help Rin figure out who he was talking about, but it was the first image that popped in his mind. And it was true, it was very true, but he had been so embarrassed typing it out that he couldn't bring himself to type anything else. His mind was too busy thinking of smiles now.
Ugh.]