“...you’re leaving?”
“Y... yeah...”
“But why!?”
“...it’s my grandparents... we can’t just leave them be.”
“...will... will you come back...?”
“Some day.”
“Promise?”
“I promise.”
“...okay...”
“...hey. Don’t cry...”
“Why not? You’re crying too!”
“N-no I’m not!”
“Y-yes you are! Heehee! You’re a terr... terrible liar, you know?”
A sigh. A laugh. And a smile among the tears.
“Come see me off tomorrow?”
“Yeah... yeah, I will. I promise.”
I faved at the first intermezzo. I love stories that play with style!
Normally, I would leave a comment here about how the chapter looked lonely, or something like that. It's not like I actually have anything to say about these 78 words, after all.
But somebody had to leave a comment first, so instead I have to comment about that.