Memory Item: Work Datebook

I’m sorry.

I hope you get this, Mom.

I wanted to apologize to you for so long.

This might not ever reach you, but I’m sorry for what I did.

It’s all my fault.

It was a lie, so please smile and say it’s okay.

If we survive this, I’ll apologize in person, so please forgive me.

I’m going home now, but this is a memo for when the end comes.

If someone else sees this, please tell my mom for me if you can.

I’m sorry for being selfish about this, but please.

I don’t want to die.

I don’t want to die yet.

– Fragile Dreams: Farewell Ruins of the Moon