The HypocriteWhat I once was, now so are you.Remember what you put me through?Remember nights where things you saidWould circle round inside my head?And sleep would never visit me,I cried and wished that you could seeHow horrible I felt inside--A pain that only you'd provide.Now thank your stars that I'm not you,and I would never put you throughthose things through which you once put meand cause you so much agonydespite how one could easily spiton such a filthy hypocrite.
TROTS- Chapter 06When I look back on the days that I spent with Sunny Skye, I find that some details are blurry. After all that's happened, I can assume that there are good reasons for it, but I've always thought of my memory as one of the most important things I could possibly possess, and so it pains me to think that there are some things that I don't remember well.I can no longer recall how our breakfast tasted, or even how my portrait of Sunny looked. I don't remember much of what we talked about as we ate, or even if we finished all of our breakfast.But one thing I do remember above all was how she smelled. Sunny's scent was strong, but not overpoweringa warm, exotic herbal fragrance that calmed me to the core, no matter what the situation."It's organic Shea butter," she told me, rubbing a thick white cream onto her hands. "It does great things for my skin. Doesn't it smell lovely?I nodded, my eyelids drooping, a dumb, happy smile on my face.Replacing the small bottle in her bag, Sunny
TROTS- Chapter 05Fly me to the moon
Sunny was smiling at me, half out of the window as she reached out a hand for me to take.Puzzled, but content, I took her hand, and together we rose out of the window and up towards the glistening starry skies above, Sunny smiling all the way."Remy?" I heard her say.My eyes fluttered open and I was back in my bed next to Sunny, who was smiling the very same smile while the Evangelion ending song issued from the small television.There was a light blue glow around the edges of my window. Sunrise."What time is it?" I asked, rubbing my eyes.Sunny leaned over the edge of the bed and tinkered with something in the pile of clothes that were never fully replaced on our bodies."About a quarter to six," she said. "And I have to work at ten."I sat up abruptly, gazing at her in alarm. Sunny just smiled."It's alright," she said. "I still have plenty of time before I have to be there, you know.""Yeah, but
Don't you need to get some sleep before you work?"Sun
TROTS- Chapter 04"How can you be such an anime nerd and not know that origami is Japanese?" Sunny asked, picking through my manga collection. "Don't most anime dweebs learn everything they can about Japan?"I shrugged, following her gaze to my untranslated copy of "My Youth in Arcadia.""I dunno," I said. "I know a fair bit. I guess the origami thing just sort of slipped my mind in the excitement.""Can you actually read this?" she asked, flipping through the pages."Uh
yes and no," I confessed. "I can read it, but hell if I know what they're saying, exactly. I taught myself how to read hiragana and katakana, and I know a few basic words and phrases, but the grammatical structure is lost on me.""You should take a class," Sunny suggested. "They teach it over at the Community College, you know? It'd be a fun thing to learn, don't you think? An unusual skill to have in your arsenal
""Yeah. I'd have to have money first.""Look into financial aid," she said, replacing the book on the shelf. "Yo