His Last Song- "Ji'de Tas Anse"

Chapter Three 3.2

How do you not know?

"You don't know?"

"I don't know. I really don't know. I've never really been in tune with my emotions. But I'm sure if I wrote a song about it, I'd find out how I really feel about it."

"Why don't you write a song about it?"

"I don't have time to write a song."

"You have all the time in the world."

"There would be no point. They're not going to hear it."

"Song, it seems like you get your emotions out by singing. If you sing, then you'll be able to get your pent-up emotions out."

"Why do I need to get my emotions out? I know that people say it's because the emotions will all bubble over, but I'm fine. I have very good control over my emotions. And I don't always need someone to listen to them. It's not like they're going to have a perfect answer to my problems. Their answer is to take medication or to talk to people, but what happens when problems arise from that? Or if the problems don't go away? The best person to help you with your problems is yourself."

He's really closed off. I wonder why he's so closed off. Or...I guess it could just be his personality. But I've never heard of someone not needing to talk things out.

"Well...usually, for me, talking to people about my problems makes me feel better because I can't get any help from myself; I don't know what to do."

"If you have good problem-solving skills, then you can solve your problems yourself."

...I think it might just be his personality.

"Ah, maybe you're just different, then," I say, and he furrows his eyebrows. "Not many people can solve all their problems themselves, but it seems that you can. I mean, it's not impossible. Everyone's made different."

He looks at me as he furrows his eyebrows and tiles his head. I smile nervously under his gaze.

Uh...did I say something wrong?

He looks away as he thinks and he raps his fingers against the his leg. He turns back to me as he rests his head in his hand.

"Itsuki..."

He gets down onto the floor then he leans on the table as he looks at me.

Ah, is he mad at me?

"Y-yes?"

"Do not change."

"H-huh?"

"Do not change for anyone. In the future, you will help a lot of people with your mindset; and even someone in the present."

I nod, "O-okay."

He wraps his burrito up as he stands then he heads to the kitchen.

Huh? What did I... Huh? All I said was that the way he is...just the way he is; there's nothing wrong with it.

He puts his burrito into the fridge then he comes out of the kitchen and leans on the archway as he looks at me.

"Tonight, you'll stay in your grandparent's room. Tomorrow, or sometime later, we'll go out to get wood and tools so that we can board your window up in your room. Until we do that, we should keep the door to your room closed."

"Okay. But..."

"But what?"

"Could you stay with me in my grandparent's room? I don't want something to come in while I'm asleep."