[ “Actually, I talked to Detective Satake and Yanagi about you.”
A girl stands in front of you, and she tries. She tries so hard to get through to you. (STOP at 4:09).
But it’s useless.
There’s a feeling of guilt that you can’t shake - and the aching, crushing disappointment. Not in her, but in yourself. The realization that she’s seen you for who you really are. She’s heard all of the useless, terrible details of your series of mistakes from the people who know you best. The ones who can chronicle your rise and your meteoric fall still in progress.
I said a lot of proud things to you. Sorry. In the end, this is who I really am.
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A girl stands in front of you, and she tries. She tries so hard to get through to you. (STOP at 4:09).
But it’s useless.
There’s a feeling of guilt that you can’t shake - and the aching, crushing disappointment. Not in her, but in yourself. The realization that she’s seen you for who you really are. She’s heard all of the useless, terrible details of your series of mistakes from the people who know you best. The ones who can chronicle your rise and your meteoric fall still in progress.
I said a lot of proud things to you. Sorry. In the end, this is who I really am.
Spineless. Cowardly. Terrified.
Useless. Trash.
Just like Takeru says - good for nothing at all.
The memory ends with the close of a door. ]