[ He wants to tear his eyes away from where he saw the other, but he can't. He's in a pillow fort but he still feels like he's on the beach, and he hastily brings the palm of his hand up to wipe aggressively at his eyes. This isn't really him, he has to remember that. This is Kei, not Keisuke. This isn't him.
Then why did it feel so real? ]
I don't know what happened. He was singing, and--and I watched him die.
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[ He wants to tear his eyes away from where he saw the other, but he can't. He's in a pillow fort but he still feels like he's on the beach, and he hastily brings the palm of his hand up to wipe aggressively at his eyes. This isn't really him, he has to remember that. This is Kei, not Keisuke. This isn't him.
Then why did it feel so real? ]
I don't know what happened. He was singing, and--and I watched him die.