... wow...

I don't think any other words could describe that short story. I was drawn in and it all seemed so familiar. I understand how he felt... I had the same hatred towards people trying to comfort me after dad died... the same blank mind when asked to speak of him... the same desire to not want to acknowledge their death. I know his pain and suffering very well.

For someone who has yet to experience that in their life, it's quite impressive how you were able to pin-point the feelings involved to a T. It felt like home to me.

Superb story, hikari. Every time I read one like this, all I can think of is how wonderful your first book will be. =^.^=

Love you, my angel. *lick*

"I had seemed to suffer only from fragments of thoughts"
i love that line.
and i really adore the comparison of the wood, it brought it full circle.
it was really beautiful, his perception was a nice insight and the ending was an interesting concept.


many kudos for the kuma

dang thats sad! man must u write some depressing stories like this?

This story is short, but clear. I suppose it must be really hard for people to write about the dead, especially when they loved them... Anyways, you captured it all very nicely. Great job.