Last Train Home. — 2025.08.23

Note; 

these are all roleplay entries — Small drabbles about his life.

Kamuro leans against the window, head pressing against the crystalline glass as he gazes at the landscape outside with a faint, yet still visible sense of longing within his tired eyes.

What was he longing for? It isn’t like he knows anymore, his thoughts have become too cluttered, memories foggy, only becoming blurrier the more time passes by. Although repressing his feelings is far from being a healthy way to cope with grief, it’s one of the only methods that seem to actually work. 

Tons, and tons of trees fill his vision, they’re pretty much all he can see as the train continues to move forward. Orange, withering leaves; They all look the same, he thinks— wishing for spring even when he’s aware autumn is to come. Maybe if he wishes hard enough he’ll get to experience the warmth and the beauty one last time, before the unforgiving, cruel cold withers it all away.

You can resist or ignore change— Maybe force yourself to forget about it all and play pretend it was all a bad dream, but that won’t stop anything. In the end, you’re only fooling yourself, for time will keep moving. Not out of malice, nor benevolence— It just will. It always has, and always will.

He fears change, and has feared it for as long as he can remember— Which is not that long, anyway. Remembering things has been really hard lately. In his book, no possible alterations were good, his life always shifted for the worse. 

And over and over he has been proved right. 

The laywer’s eyes fluttered shut, a quiet sigh escaping past his lips. He wonders what exactly is wrong with him, but at the same time, he’s grown too used to whatever makes him ill. A comfort born from the pain and the anguish, one he keeps coming back to despite it all. It makes it miserable, but what is misery if not his usual at this point?

Dawn will arrive eventually, and the sun will shine once more, but he won’t be able to admire its warmth. 

Not tomorrow, not the day after that. Not ever again.