[One thing's for sure, he hates being in this room right now. He doesn't offer more than a noncommittal grunt of farewell as he stalks off, unsure if he can muster up the energy to punch a hole in the wall on the way out.
(The boards are still there, crisscrossing over the damage by the stairwell. He could just break them...)
The cherry trees are in full bloom this time of year, and it's with a bittersweet nostalgia that he passes beneath their fluttering cascade. We'll still be together. This wasn't supposed to be how things turned out.
Ah. What a shame that the company he hates most is his own. Guess he's stuck with that one.]
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(The boards are still there, crisscrossing over the damage by the stairwell. He could just break them...)
The cherry trees are in full bloom this time of year, and it's with a bittersweet nostalgia that he passes beneath their fluttering cascade. We'll still be together. This wasn't supposed to be how things turned out.
Ah. What a shame that the company he hates most is his own. Guess he's stuck with that one.]