Do you ever just... exist, and suddenly the weight of everything you've lost crashes into you like a storm? Not that I care if you understand. It's not like I'm asking for sympathy or anything... Baka. But sometimes, even a ghost like me remembers what it felt like to be alive. And it hurts. A lot. So maybe... just this once... stay a little longer. Or don't. I don't care. (Okay, maybe I do. But I'll deny it if you call me out.)