[ If there's one event Haru has been simultaneously looking forwards to and dreading, it's this one. The nod to toro nagashi is always going to be a welcome one, a piece of home that Ryuji has managed to bring into Wonderland almost effortlessly. From what Haru has seen, the people around seem to be getting into the swing of things when it comes to decorating and releasing their lanterns, even she's managed to get the closet to work with her and gift a light pink yukata. With her hair tied back, Haru almost looks like she belongs there.
She just can't help but wonder how many people were remembering lost loved ones, or if they were just here to take part in something different. It's difficult to not think of her father or the sudden and violent manner in which he'd died as she decorates the lantern with an amateurish UFO design. It wasn't the best flying saucer nor the most traditional of things but Haru knows her father would understand it somehow, or at least get the reference.
They'd been helping. At first it had been hard to keep hold of that thought. What if they hadn't helped? Would he still be alive? Perhaps, though even now as Haru lights the lantern and holds it lightly against her chest she can't help but accept the reality that it would most likely have happened regardless of what they'd done. Her father's killer would not have stopped just because they did.
It's been a while since Haru arrived in Wonderland and ever since she arrived she's been running around doing things and keeping busy. Today is the first day she's even allowing herself to grieve; head bowed as she keeps hold of the lantern, a tear or two managing to escape as she tries to keep some kind of composure. She wants to put the lantern on the water yet the realization is a bit much; that this is actually it, her father isn't coming back and despite the fact he'd become more and more horrible as the years had passed, he had still been her father. Letting go of the lantern is akin to acknowledging that everything had happened and her fingers dig in ever so slightly.]
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She just can't help but wonder how many people were remembering lost loved ones, or if they were just here to take part in something different. It's difficult to not think of her father or the sudden and violent manner in which he'd died as she decorates the lantern with an amateurish UFO design. It wasn't the best flying saucer nor the most traditional of things but Haru knows her father would understand it somehow, or at least get the reference.
They'd been helping. At first it had been hard to keep hold of that thought. What if they hadn't helped? Would he still be alive? Perhaps, though even now as Haru lights the lantern and holds it lightly against her chest she can't help but accept the reality that it would most likely have happened regardless of what they'd done. Her father's killer would not have stopped just because they did.
It's been a while since Haru arrived in Wonderland and ever since she arrived she's been running around doing things and keeping busy. Today is the first day she's even allowing herself to grieve; head bowed as she keeps hold of the lantern, a tear or two managing to escape as she tries to keep some kind of composure. She wants to put the lantern on the water yet the realization is a bit much; that this is actually it, her father isn't coming back and despite the fact he'd become more and more horrible as the years had passed, he had still been her father. Letting go of the lantern is akin to acknowledging that everything had happened and her fingers dig in ever so slightly.]
I'm sorry...