((Makoto nods in assurance, and after some further instructions... Makoto takes the body himself. He insists. Besides, it would be easier if someone had their hands free for the shovels.
Now, the walks is strangely quiet, bacause Makoto has no idea what to say, so unless Haru decides to start up a conversation, Makoto won't do much more than direct them to a good location. Somewhere hidden, somewhere quiet somewhere....
Makoto picks a not too far from the cliffs, far from where most people were. He hoped this is good enough. He sets the body down and stares out at the ocean. Maybe he should have called the police instead of this.
And then looking back at Haru, he realizes that this person was more valuable to his life than anything else. What does that make him; Makoto?
He shakes his head.)) How are you doing? ((He means it in every sense.))
no subject
Now, the walks is strangely quiet, bacause Makoto has no idea what to say, so unless Haru decides to start up a conversation, Makoto won't do much more than direct them to a good location. Somewhere hidden, somewhere quiet somewhere....
Makoto picks a not too far from the cliffs, far from where most people were. He hoped this is good enough. He sets the body down and stares out at the ocean. Maybe he should have called the police instead of this.
And then looking back at Haru, he realizes that this person was more valuable to his life than anything else. What does that make him; Makoto?
He shakes his head.)) How are you doing? ((He means it in every sense.))