The stage for this night may not have been set at a school cafeteria made over into a dance floor with party lights, but it had a strikingly similar ambiance to the setting of Pit's last New Year's Eve. It was the same time of year that a moment of significance transpired, and he had, for the first time, someone he called mom. From then on he shared a special, much closer relationship with Nabooru that he cherished. It lasted until the summer, where she was taken from him in the most brutal way. He was used to people he cared about leaving, but not like that. It left him with a lot of questions, only some of them he was able to answer, and agony, that healed from a constant sorrow to a scab that could be could picked at.
Pit has been pretty good at moving past the ripping tragedy that plagued him for a chunk of time until it faded into a dull echo that could easily be plunged into again if confronted with the reality just right, but a part of his heart still hurts, mostly hidden from view. He was capable of hiding it with lightheartedness and smiles, and it didn't always bother him anymore, but the memory still crept into the shadows of his heart, pouncing when he least expected it. This was one of those times of vulnerability.
It's weird how events of previous years, or at least the distant feeling of them, can sometimes creep in when the time coincides. Last year's New Year's Eve felt like a ghost dancing in the mesmerizing nightlife atmosphere, playful and vivacious but masking its true mournfulness. Like him, sometimes. Tonight, he wouldn't let it stop him from celebrating the new year, but when he had nothing to occupy him, he might fall into a reflective melancholy. His emotions might get more extreme if he has been drinking more.
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The stage for this night may not have been set at a school cafeteria made over into a dance floor with party lights, but it had a strikingly similar ambiance to the setting of Pit's last New Year's Eve. It was the same time of year that a moment of significance transpired, and he had, for the first time, someone he called mom. From then on he shared a special, much closer relationship with Nabooru that he cherished. It lasted until the summer, where she was taken from him in the most brutal way. He was used to people he cared about leaving, but not like that. It left him with a lot of questions, only some of them he was able to answer, and agony, that healed from a constant sorrow to a scab that could be could picked at.
Pit has been pretty good at moving past the ripping tragedy that plagued him for a chunk of time until it faded into a dull echo that could easily be plunged into again if confronted with the reality just right, but a part of his heart still hurts, mostly hidden from view. He was capable of hiding it with lightheartedness and smiles, and it didn't always bother him anymore, but the memory still crept into the shadows of his heart, pouncing when he least expected it. This was one of those times of vulnerability.
It's weird how events of previous years, or at least the distant feeling of them, can sometimes creep in when the time coincides. Last year's New Year's Eve felt like a ghost dancing in the mesmerizing nightlife atmosphere, playful and vivacious but masking its true mournfulness. Like him, sometimes. Tonight, he wouldn't let it stop him from celebrating the new year, but when he had nothing to occupy him, he might fall into a reflective melancholy. His emotions might get more extreme if he has been drinking more.