Rain
Who sees us when we cry? Who accepts us? Who comforts us? Who protects us? Who hears us? Who becomes us? Or, rather, what?
Who sees us when we cry? Who accepts us? Who comforts us? Who protects us? Who hears us? Who becomes us? Or, rather, what?
---------- ""Nagisa!" "Nagisa!" "What happened?" "Hang in there!" "Nagisa!" Voices surrounded me and faded away as I drifted further and further into the dark. Where was I going? What was I doing? Where was I? And..... . . who am I?" Nagisa is severely injured one day and has the whole 3-E Class worried sick for a wee...
Once you say something, you can never take it back, no matter how much you wish you could. . . ((WARNING: This story may be triggering for some people. This story was written solely on the purpose to teach people the weight of words. Please do not perceive it in any other way.))