A Certain Someone's Memories

[a_gentle_boy]

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I'm sorry for what happened.  I didn't mean any of it, of course, b-but.  It still happened . . .  And I still did what I did.  I don't know if I can really apologize enough.  I'm sorry.  I'm really sorry . . .

[There is sniffling for a few moments before Lucas seems to calm down.]

I don't know if I can make up for it . . . But I heard people are still hurt after everything that happened.  I can try to heal you if you want . . . I know people will ask, but it's kinda . . . it's magic.  And I can fix blindness, too . . .

I'm really, really sorry.

[After this call, Lucas can be found sitting on his front porch looking extremely dejected.  He is aimlessly throwing a yo-yo back and forth, and although he's not doing anything particularly impressive, he seems to have some skill.]

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[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He simply lifts his nose haughtily, getting a better grip on his maps as he turns and starts to leave.]

Whatever. I'm totally going to win my yo-yo back, jerkwad.

[And he proceeds to stomp off, the earlier topic about WHY and HOW he was going to win his yo-yo back completely forgotten. Clearly, just trying to win some game against a kid he barely knew was that important to him.]

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

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Bye.

[Lucas has no idea what just happened, but he thinks it was a good thing. Maybe.]