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e, same as if asleep. Sometimes, memories are blurred and mingled in the vast solitude of the cage. Returned from these trances undone, as if for the first time in that body was discovered.
The first time, she still felt the hope of the surface, had the luxury of fantasizing. What kid does not dream of flying? Her wings now, could not imagine. Move up and down, feel the wind slip through the feathers and then rise, rise above the clouds away. Never sabríay what each day was more conscious of his confinement. Locked in a, Ending the game in a decisive defeat, even if it means never again see his mother. That man deserves to die. Have you seen many people die because of him and can not stand it again, not with him. For the young Sado dedicated the friendly smile when you found it, a smile so warm it does not look like any other, even that of mother. And when I heard about was not frightened, he did not scream or attempted to call an exorcist or a priest, just as surprised as anyone is surprised that he watches a falling star. He swore with sincere fervor that ayScucha, but still recognize it. It does to cheer, to comfort. And he is blurring the world. His head is filled with memories that seem too distant. Breakfast with the radio on, out of school, walking hand in hand, hands covering it with mulch, the voice that says tomorrow and lips that kiss. The look, voice, smell, smile. Want mourn again, even more than before, now is torn. Something horrible and it hot and heavy springs and pervasive, it is consumed. Need to mourn, please you mourn. Finally, the body reacts, but in an unexpected way. Peak opens and escape some notes, sharp and short. Shibata

realize I had never done that, but does not stop to think, because it feels like when the tears fall from his eyes. Open and shut up over and over again and sings and sings, accompanying the good man who will die for him. Perhaps
cry singing birds.


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Notes:
A little depressing, I know ;. In theoryThe company also would include the time of re were in Soul Society. But in practice, dismissed the idea and shut case. It happens that while thinking about this story, in birds and cages, I remembered a children's book, I re-read a bit and say that he suggested me for this fic. " Which book? Glass Heart

JM de Vaconcelos.
On the other hand, I wrote to 10pairing, so there should be something "romantic" in the middle. But, hey, it's a boy, while a bird. No s & a