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Kodama, Part II
Jan. 17th, 2015 06:11 pm[Continued from Kodama, Part I.]
Stop them before it's too late.
This was the kind of line I expected to hear in a movie, not from the mouth of my crush during our first real conversation. But I had no doubt that his plea was sincere. He held my gaze and his eyes, dark and bitter, stared into my own with a fierce intensity. A light chill ran up my spine. It seemed strange to say, but I had never truly seen him like this before, my daydreams notwithstanding. Staring from a distance in the cafeteria wasn't quite the same, either. There was something he wanted me to understand... I received that impression very clearly. But what it was, I couldn't say.
In the blink of an eye, the moment had passed, and the spell of his melodramatic pronouncement lost its hold. I had the sudden mental image of a criminal in black skulking around the park with a can of weed killer only to be stopped by the Environmental Club suited up in swanky jumpsuits - more of a cartoon episode than anything that might happen in reality. It didn't make much sense. Why would anyone want to poison a tree? Why did anyone care? ...And why was he telling me about this? There was a sense that I was being directed onto the set of a play - and I hadn't read the script.
( I felt a sudden suspicion. )
Stop them before it's too late.
This was the kind of line I expected to hear in a movie, not from the mouth of my crush during our first real conversation. But I had no doubt that his plea was sincere. He held my gaze and his eyes, dark and bitter, stared into my own with a fierce intensity. A light chill ran up my spine. It seemed strange to say, but I had never truly seen him like this before, my daydreams notwithstanding. Staring from a distance in the cafeteria wasn't quite the same, either. There was something he wanted me to understand... I received that impression very clearly. But what it was, I couldn't say.
In the blink of an eye, the moment had passed, and the spell of his melodramatic pronouncement lost its hold. I had the sudden mental image of a criminal in black skulking around the park with a can of weed killer only to be stopped by the Environmental Club suited up in swanky jumpsuits - more of a cartoon episode than anything that might happen in reality. It didn't make much sense. Why would anyone want to poison a tree? Why did anyone care? ...And why was he telling me about this? There was a sense that I was being directed onto the set of a play - and I hadn't read the script.
( I felt a sudden suspicion. )
