Как странно хранить воспоминания в ящике стола. В самом нижнем. Под альбомом для рисования. В старом зелёном ежедневнике с потрескавшейся обложкой.


".....-If you leave me, I'll never forgive you.
-You must understand... It won't do ya any good if you see me when I'm weak. I don't want you to lose me.
-But it isn't honest! I'll always be with you if you let me. I want to be something for you.
-You're more than something for me. You mean much, very much, so I'd better die than hurt you.
-No, I don't want you to die, it isn't honest! If I mean so much to you, then I should know everything!
-I hide nothing. I said the truth - I hurt myself, and that's all.
-Brother... I love you.
-I know. I love you, too."


Yu X Strify, 2009.