QUOTE (spectator @ May 2 2010, 11:14 PM)
Thanks a lot for helping me out whippersnapper. I was so confused with those words, especially when the author use 'ia' instead of 'dia'. shanryelric, is it how Bahasa Indonesia use the word for 'it' and 'he/she'?
'ia' and 'dia' has the same meaning. and 'ia' is not a term for an 'it'.
OwO wow. mm.. but I made a little corrections, if you don't mind.
But you were afraid. You were afraid because deep inside your heart, you already knew her answer. Her excuse was the same as why you had no courage to break the wall. You doubted if both of you could go further. You were afraid to hurt her more. Enough was enough.
“We…” you listened to yourself talking, even before your mind allowed doing so. “I…” don’t know how to do thi
s “You should not have done this, you know? Visiting me, taking care of me. There is not a single obligation for you to do all of these. If it is torturing you…” Stop! Stop!
“just stop this routine.”
She looked as though as receiving a hard blow. Her mouth was slightly open and she finished everything as if in a rational defense. However, there was no more rationale, other than due to ‘feeling’. But certainly, she would not have told you of that. To her, it was a taboo, strictly prohibited taboo. And didn’t you too think the same?
Both of you fell into fear that was not logical; paranoid.
But at the end, that woman only gave her answer, shaking her head side to side, not paying attention to what you had said before.
Then she came tugging at your hand when the sudden pain enveloped you, and that blond and hazel eyed figure was the last being imprinted on your memory before you went back to sleep, under drug effect. That figure, your tiny heart called out, was the one you wished to spend the time with for the rest of your life, before death welcomed you.
You had lost connect to the world outside. Who knew how many days had fled since you were stuck to that medical shelter. Tens of times you were trembling in pain. And guarding your soberness, whenever that fiend was torturing you, was her embrace.
Once in a while, in your unstable and blurry conscious state of mind, you could see her crying. You wanted to plea to her not to shed tears for you, but you weren't quick enough to do that. It was such a shame, once you were awake, you would find her in her usual expression; firm, strong, and… distant.
wow, Tian Ai
!! that's impressive! awesome.
thanks for the link, Michiyo-
! that's a cute doujinshi
mm.. does Chocolate Queen has any other online-doujinshi? ' w '