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T.S.G. of Highschool of the Dead Introduction
As I know the world was going to an end, I wasn’t alone. I was scared that Hisashi was killed by ‘them’. But I wasn’t alone anymore. I was with the love of my life, Rei. Saya and Hirano found each other. And Marikawa. And Saeko. They were- now we all were happy. Happy to be alive. Happy to have little ones around.
When we saw our two twins, Rei wanted to name the boy Hisashi and Ichigo. We were both happy with the name we gave them. This is the story of our generation.
“Dad?-Dad?! DAD!” I said. I repeated over and over again many times. I may have slapped him across the face a couple of times.
Leo the D.N.Angel Journal Entry Chapter OneJanuary 1, 2012, The Start of a New Year!
Yes! I'll turn 15 in the end of the month! I'm spending New Year's Day with mother, grandmother and my great-grandfather.
Yes! A start of a New Year! My mother looked at my notebook.
"What are you doing, Leo?!" my mother said
"AHHHH..." I said. My mom started giggling.
"Your writing your journal entry in your.... science notebook?!"
"Shit!" then I ran out of the livingroom. Next, into my bedroom. Then, I shut the door.
If I stayed in the room, my mother would smile and laughed at me.
I looked out of the window, I could hear the crowd celebrating a new year. The lights are going on and off in the dark, black sky. I see the moon with the sky..
I could hear the song playing over and over again in my head. Don't wake me up... So much life in the city...
I closed my eyes, seeing my my imaginations play over and over again, with the song by Chris Brown. I can see my crush, Ami. Ami Ayana. I love her. Her beautiful red hair flying i
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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