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I honestly don't know if I would have even opened it, if you had.
[Though it had been one of the loneliest and most emotionally trying periods in his life, he'd needed the time to heal.
Hand reaching out, his fingers slide across her wrist, not forgetting his promise--even if she hadn't been the one to return the bottle.]
It took me almost the whole year for me to even face the reality of everything that had happened that day. Just facing it didn't include healing or acknowledging my feelings. It was just the start.
[He'd become a workaholic and buried himself in his job so he didn't have time to think about anything. Stopping meant having to remember why he was starving.]
Wakaba never received one either. She asked about you. Constantly.