[Sadly, there's a few years of insecurity and anguish to back up Yuya's thoughts. There's barely a reaction to Yuto's words, as if they bounce off a shell he's enclosed himself in.]
...I don't want to believe it either. [Yet all this doubt still lingers over his head. It's suffocating. The mental image of his father was always perfect-- a gentleman with a sense of humor, a star that he'll always admire, and someone with an infinite amount of patience. So meeting him today and hearing his last remarks feel like a photograph has forcibly taken and ripped in front of his eyes.]
But I don't know any other reason why he left. [No one can be perfect, right?] If he had told me or mom or someone...w-why... [Maybe this wouldn't be so painful.
Yuya takes a shuddering breath, still wiping at his eyes because the tears won't stop welling up. It's a little hard to see Yuto's expression, not that he actually wants to look at his twin directly when he feels so horrible right now.]
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...I don't want to believe it either. [Yet all this doubt still lingers over his head. It's suffocating. The mental image of his father was always perfect-- a gentleman with a sense of humor, a star that he'll always admire, and someone with an infinite amount of patience. So meeting him today and hearing his last remarks feel like a photograph has forcibly taken and ripped in front of his eyes.]
But I don't know any other reason why he left. [No one can be perfect, right?] If he had told me or mom or someone...w-why... [Maybe this wouldn't be so painful.
Yuya takes a shuddering breath, still wiping at his eyes because the tears won't stop welling up. It's a little hard to see Yuto's expression, not that he actually wants to look at his twin directly when he feels so horrible right now.]