Greatwater Lake 湖

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disbelief flickers across his face, but it’s gone almost as quickly as it arrived. the weight of what has been lost settles on him, suffocating, unyielding. masa's touch on his forehead is brief, but it grounds him for a second, a fleeting connection before the silence stretches between them once more. swallowed by the tide, ryūjirō finally says, his voice is low. barely audible. his eyes remain fixed ahead, but there’s a hard edge to his gaze, a flicker of something cold in his chest. but we’re still standing. for now. his words are quiet, but heavy with the weight of everything that has come before—and everything they must now carry. unless they do not. it got worse after you were gone.