[ Her heart begins to pound uncomfortably harder and faster when he poses his question. Haru thought she could buy some time before slowly easing into the topic, but Goro's gone straight ahead with it.
She tears her eyes off him, fixating on the press instead and watching the water pour out. She allows the noise to fill the air between them on this quiet morning, struggling to find the words for a moment. It's much harder with her tongue flopping uselessly in her mouth, the lump in her throat much bigger than before, and her stomach acting up.
She feels dizzy. ]
I wanted...
[ It's gnawed at her for months. Call it morbid curiosity, but she asks herself: doesn't she deserve to hear it directly from his mouth? She doesn't know if it'll provide a proper sense of closure again, but she has to try. If not for her father's sake, for her own. ]
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She tears her eyes off him, fixating on the press instead and watching the water pour out. She allows the noise to fill the air between them on this quiet morning, struggling to find the words for a moment. It's much harder with her tongue flopping uselessly in her mouth, the lump in her throat much bigger than before, and her stomach acting up.
She feels dizzy. ]
I wanted...
[ It's gnawed at her for months. Call it morbid curiosity, but she asks herself: doesn't she deserve to hear it directly from his mouth? She doesn't know if it'll provide a proper sense of closure again, but she has to try. If not for her father's sake, for her own. ]
... I wanted to ask about my father.