-nana Natsume-- [DIRECT]

She looked at him, and for the first time, the blade softened. “I am still here, aren’t I? Bravery isn’t the absence of the storm, Ren. Bravery is sitting in the dark and knowing you are the one who decides what happens next.”

Ren touched the letters. “Did it work?” -Nana Natsume--

“I brought the lists,” he said, pulling out the torn paperback halves. She looked at him, and for the first

“No,” Ren lied.

He has never told anyone the full story. But on stormy nights, when the power goes out and the city goes silent, he doesn’t reach for his phone. He sits in the dark. He holds the cat. She looked at him