On 80, Written on 81

"Are you mad at me?"

His hands clasped tightly around hers, restless and searching, as if by touch alone they could determine forgiveness. His eyes devoured hers, but all he saw was

.

She gave a slight smile before speaking her first words since the accident.

"Sorry, who are you?"

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Above is a little dialogue for an idea that I've been thinking about a lot lately. I'm content with the way that it turned out, and I'm excited to continue writing this for next time.

Things have been looking up lately (hopefully I haven't just jinxed myself). I finally got around to watching Kimi no Na wa. and I finished it on the morning of 80. I'm kinda disappointed because of how little I felt towards the characters, which ruined the experience for me. This is not to mention the immense expectations I had for the movie, but I think the end result would be the same even if that weren't the case.

Yet Kimi no Na wa. was still really good. I thought the story was strong, the art was particularly pretty, and the music was nothing short of amazing. In the very last scene I felt the emotions welling up in me, and I wish that feeling had been present for the entire movie. Spoilers ahead:

In the last scene the main characters Taki and Mitsuha meet several years after the comet hit Mitsuha's town. They have forgotten each other since, but they know that they are missing and longing for something. When the two bump into each other, they initially ignore the other and continue walking, but Taki then asks Mitsuha if they have met before. To this Mitsuha responds that she feels the same way, and the movie ends there.

As the movie ended and the credits rolled, I took out my phone to check some notifications and do some daily logins. Just as the movie finished officially, I heard a noise. I turned around and to my amazement my desktop had turned on by itself. The door to my room was still closed, and there was no reason why anybody in my family would turn on my desktop. Maybe there's a logical explanation for it, but I can't help but to wonder if maybe, just maybe, there's somebody out there trying to say something to me. Maybe that's the only way they can reach me, the only way they can say "I'm here."

I'm here too. Maybe one day we'll meet each other! But until then, feel free to keep turning on my desktop in the mornings. I'll try not to get too spooked.

I wanted to write a little post before I head to bed so that I can motivate myself to keep writing and improving (that and my hair is still drying). I felt pretty awful earlier, but I forced myself to work out and that was a mistake. The entire time I was lightheaded and parched, and by the time I was finished I could barely stand. Now that I've showered and gotten ready for bed I feel much better.

Anyways, there you have it! Until next time, my dear reader.