[ he ends the conversation there. now that aki will be here in any minute, perhaps it would be wise to pull himself together.
denji couldn't understand how the fuck that happened, how he managed to get back home for a while and then wake up to find himself back in this city. despite logic, and as much denji wished it wasn't, he knew it was real. it wasn't some nightmare he could brush off, each and every single event did happen and he never felt so helpless in his entire life. it's happening all over again, isn't it? he is losing what little he had built in this miserable life, the home he worked so hard to protect, his family— everything is up in flames. it's gone.
okay, breathe. breathe even if it hurts, even if the air felt like toxic in his lungs; still feeling a bit woozy from being drugged for an entire week. it was hard to stand up and keep his balance, but nearly impossible for him to hold still either.
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denji couldn't understand how the fuck that happened, how he managed to get back home for a while and then wake up to find himself back in this city. despite logic, and as much denji wished it wasn't, he knew it was real. it wasn't some nightmare he could brush off, each and every single event did happen and he never felt so helpless in his entire life. it's happening all over again, isn't it? he is losing what little he had built in this miserable life, the home he worked so hard to protect, his family— everything is up in flames. it's gone.
okay, breathe. breathe even if it hurts, even if the air felt like toxic in his lungs; still feeling a bit woozy from being drugged for an entire week. it was hard to stand up and keep his balance, but nearly impossible for him to hold still either.
it's okay ... aki is coming. ]